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Rodgers Irimayi
Culture Perspectives
ON a Tuesday afternoon in Hospital Hill, 29-year-old Rutendo stands in front of her bathroom mirror and counts.
Not money. Not followers. Grey hairs.
She finds three. She plucks them, then stares at the empty spots like they are warnings.
“I am not even 30,” she laughed, but it is not a full laugh.
“My mother had her first child at 24. My aunt says by 35 you should be ‘settled.’ So what am I doing?”
Rutendo is not alone.
Across Zimbabwe, from Harare boardrooms to Mutare university hostels, a quiet anxiety is spreading among people in their 20s and 30s: the fear of getting old.
Not old in the way our grandparents were old — slow, respected, surrounded by grandchildren. Old in the modern sense: irrelevant, left behind, out of time.
A generation running out of time
In Shona and Ndebele culture, age used to be an achievement. Vakuru were consulted. Birthdays were celebrated because they meant you had survived drought, war, and illness. But today’s youths are growing up in a different clock.
“Time feels faster now. Social media shows you a 22-year-old millionaire in Lagos, a 25-year-old CEO in Nairobi, a 19-year-old with a house in Borrowdale. Then you look at yourself and think: I am late,” said Tanaka (34), a graphic designer in Mutare.
The pressure is not just online. Family gatherings are interrogations. When are you getting married? When are you buying a stand? When are you having kids? The questions come with tea and sadza, but they land like deadlines.
For women, the pressure is louder. The unspoken rule: finish school, get a job, get married, have children, all before 35. After that, the whispers start. She is getting old.
For men, it is about provision. A man without a car, house, or a title by 30 is asked if he is “serious with life.”
The body keeps score
The fear is not only about status. It is about the body.
Dr Rudo Muchemwa, a psychologist in Rusape, said she sees 25 to 40-year-olds weekly with what she calls “age anxiety.”
“It is not a clinical disorder. It is a constant worry that life’s best parts are expiring. That if you don’t get it now, you never will,” she explains.
Symptoms look like this: panic over a wrinkle, comparing yourself to classmates at reunions, avoiding photos, overworking to “catch up,” or dating just to tick a box.
In gyms across Masvingo and Mutare, personal trainers report a boom in clients under 35. Not for health. For preservation.
“Young people come and say: ‘I don’t want to look my age. They are 27, but talking like 50 is the end,” said coach, Blessing Moyo.
Skincare shops, hair dyes, and “anti-aging” supplements are now marketed directly to people in their late 20s. The message: aging is failure you can prevent with enough money.
Why Now? Why Zimbabwe?
Three forces are colliding.
First, economic delay. Many Zimbabweans graduated into an economy with few jobs. A degree that once guaranteed a house by 28 now barely pays rent. So milestones are pushed back, but expectations are not. That gap creates panic.
Second, digital comparison. Before, you compared yourself to your street and your church. Now you compare yourself to the world, 24 hours a day. And the internet only shows highlight reels.
Third, the collapse of a clear timeline. Our parents had one path: school, job, marriage, children, pension. Today, that path is broken. People freelance, hustle, start over at 32. Freedom is good, but freedom without a map feels like falling.
Pastor Trevor Mudariki in Dangamvura puts it bluntly in his youth sermons: “We told them the world is open. We forgot to tell them it’s also confusing.”
The cost of rushing
The fear of getting old is making people move too fast, and make choices they regret.
Sanyakore, a guidance counsellor, said some students drop out to “make money now” because they feel 21 is too old to start. Women freeze eggs they can’t afford because they fear 35. Men take loans for cars to look established.
“Rushing is a form of self-punishment. You are trying to outrun a birthday,” said Dr Sibanda.
There is also loneliness. Because everyone is chasing, few are pausing to build real community. Friendships become transactional. Birthdays become reminders, not celebrations.
Redefining what old means
But not everyone is buying the panic.
Mai Tengwa (58) runs a vegetable stall in Sakubva and mentors young women on weekends. She laughs at the idea that 30 is old.
“My mother told me: life starts after 40. That is when you know yourself. These children think life ends at 30 because TikTok told them. TikTok won’t pay your hospital bill when you are 60,” she said.
A small movement is growing online too — Zimbabwean creators in their 30s and 40s posting about “soft living,” therapy, and second careers. They call it growing instead of aging.
Tendai (41), left a bank job at 37 to start a pottery studio in Harare.
“I spent my 20s terrified of being behind. At 40, I realised I was right on time for me,” she said.
Researchers point out that globally, people are living longer and healthier. The idea that your life is over at 35 is new, and it is cultural, not biological.
Learning to age out loud
So what helps?
Experts and ordinary people suggest the same few things:
Talk about it. The fear grows in silence. When Rutendo told her friends about the grey hairs, three of them pulled out their own. They laughed, then made a pact to stop plucking.
Set your own timeline.
Coach Moyo tells his clients: “Your body, your race. A house at 40 is not failure. A child at 38 is not late.”
Limit the comparison scroll. Pastor Mudariki’s youth group now has: “No Phone Sundays.” People report sleeping better.
Remember the elders. Visit vakuru. Ask them what 30 felt like. Most will tell you they were also scared, and also fine.
The fear of getting old is really a fear of wasting life. Of being unseen. Of running out of chances.
But life is not a kombi with one departure time. Some people board early. Some board late. Some change routes.
Rutendo, the woman with the three grey hairs, has a new ritual now. Every birthday she writes a letter to her future self. This year’s said: “You are not behind. You are becoming.”
She is 29. She is tired. She is hopeful. She is exactly where millions of Zimbabweans are: standing between a culture that worships youth and a truth that age, if we let it, brings wisdom, not loss.
Maybe getting old is not the thing to fear. Maybe the thing to fear is never living because we were too busy counting the years.
