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Rutendo Nyeve, Victoria Falls Reporter
ON the fringe of the Victoria Falls rainforest, where the earth trembles under the weight of cascading water, a quieter ritual is taking root.
Here, in the mist that clings to skin like a blessing, love is being locked into steel.
Down the 73 steep steps of the Chain Walk — a descent that tests courage and calf muscles — the Devil’s Cataract roars like an ancient god.
It is here, against this backdrop of raw, untamed power, that couples are fastening padlocks to the chain railings, creating a glittering, rusting tapestry of promises. The tradition of love padlocks is as romantic as it is paradoxical.
Modern lore traces its popularity to Rome, inspired by Federico Moccia’s novel, but its most iconic stage was Paris — the Pont des Arts bridge. For years, the bridge sagged under the weight of millions of cadenas d’amour, a metallic symphony of vows sealed with keys tossed into the Seine.
Until, in 2014, romance proved too heavy: a section of the bridge collapsed under the burden of love. Paris removed the locks, ending an era.
That cycle of hope and removal has echoed here in Zimbabwe. The Victoria Falls Bridge, an engineering marvel straddling the gorge, once bore its own constellation of padlocks. Lovers paused mid-span, the Rainbow Falls shimmering below, to affix their tokens. But like Paris, permanence was an illusion. The Emerged Railway Properties, tasked with maintaining the bridge, deemed the locks hazardous and swept them away.
Yet love is stubborn. The ritual has migrated to wilder ground — the Chain Walk at Viewpoint 2 on the Zimbabwean side. The descent is treacherous, slick with spray, the chains offering the only sure grip.
It is a journey that demands partnership — a shared breath before the plunge. And at the bottom, with the cataract’s roar as witness, couples inscribe their stories in steel.
“H and C.”
“Levy and Carol.”
“Joe and Jessmore – forever till eternity.”
“Ele and Kuston from Namibia 2024.”
Each lock is a defiant whisper against the thunder of nature. But do they work? Is this metal bond prophecy — or just a placeholder for a feeling? For Tinashe Suliwa, a local guide who navigates the slippery steps daily, the locks are a beautiful nuisance.
“They are a part of the story now. But this is a powerful place. The rain, the mist, the sheer force of the water — it can make even steel rust. Perhaps it’s a test. If a lock can survive here, maybe the love can, too,” he said.
Anna, a tourist from South Africa, sees it differently — a tangible act of faith.
“It’s not about the lock itself, it’s about the moment. People go down these scary steps together, see this incredible view, and we make a promise. The lock is just their way of leaving a piece of that moment here, in this powerful place. It is a bookmark in their story,” she said.
David Scott, visiting from the UK, watched the ritual with a wistful smile.
“I saw the same thing in Paris before the collapse. You see the rusted ones, the ones with names you can barely read. It makes you wonder. The Falls will always be here, crashing and renewing. But those names — it is a museum of moments, some that lasted, and many that did not,” he said.
The love padlocks of the Chain Walk are more than metal. They are a paradox — a yearning for permanence in a place defined by relentless change. Perhaps their magic lies not in binding hearts forever, but in the act itself: the slippery descent, the shared breath, the conscious choice to say, in that moment, “This is forever.”
For as long as the locks cling and the Falls roar, that moment remains — suspended in mist.
