Chemabhodho Mountains lie along Sebakwe River, nearly 20 kilometres from Kwekwe. Deep in the mountains secretly sleeps Chemabhodho Shrine, which has created its own very amazing, if not mysterious secrets, which have defied modern science. Those who happen to visit the much revered shrine have come back, with much more confounding theories and astounding revelations, that have made would be visitors to Chemabhodho think twice before visiting the mountains. What is it that makes Chemabhodho such a phenomenon? A recent visit to the mountains revealed a much deeper secret or mysteries. When Chat Reporter Online visited the mountains recently, we were met by a not so willing ‘Guide’, who demanded why we wanted to visit the much guarded Shrine.
“We don’t allow strangers or unwanted visitors to this place, This is a sacred place. You first make an appointment with the owner of the farm George Makombe, which these mountains are located, But according to what you have explained I will simply take you to the mountains, but not the shrine, A visit to the shrine needs Makombe, as special rituals need to be performed prior to the visit”, explained the Guide,
As we headed to the river where the mountains are located. The Guide had to clear the ‘road’ by cutting overgrown bushes and other vegetation to make way for our vehicle. This was a clear sign that the road was rarely used and the mountains visitors were just a few. As we progressed towards the mountains, the road became impassible; we had to ‘park’ our truck in the middle of the road. We resorted to walking for the rest of the way to the mountain, even walking proved to be a tall order as the undergrowth stalled our walking. The Guide explained that the path is rarely used as creepy crawling creatures seem to be emerging from every place. The escapade became more eerie and the Guide inquired if we felt safe or brave enough to proceed, Curiosity to discover what was or is hidden in the mountains outweighed all fear of ‘dangerous’ creatures creeping out from every tree, nook or bush. As we approached the river especially near a pool adjacent to the shrine, we were met by a troop of baboons, which clearly expressed signs of displeasure as we invaded their territory.
“We cannot proceed far from this point; the shrine is over that part of the mountain. There are certain rituals that needed to be performed and I am not qualified to do that. You can come when the owner of the farm is around, I did you a favor otherwise that is all I can do”, said the Guide.
The pool had still waters and the Guide said crocodiles were lurking deep in the pool. What caught my attention where pieces of rusted iron lying around the banks of the pool.
“A farmer tried to harness water from the pool during the colonial days, but after laying his pipes to draw water from the pool, the next morning he would find all the pipes neatly piled at the bank of the river, the white man tried for several attempts, but it became a futile exercise as he and some of his workers mysteriously varnished into thin air. Folklore has it that the white man was eaten by baboons”, said the Guide.
Stories are galore of fish poachers who have sneaked to the pool in an attempt to catch fish, but only to be met with blood chilling events that have defied modern science. It is ‘recorded’ in the Guide’s Record Books, that some of these unfortunate fish poachers have ‘caught’ bundles of red bikinis or women new pants in their nets or on fish hooks instead of fish.
Some poachers have tried to pounce on goats or cattle seen near the mountains only to be met with mysterious fate or worse disappearances. Rains can ‘fall’ at any time of the day be it winter. The mountains can be enveloped by thick snow or mist in summer.
As we left Chemabhodho Mountains I could not resist another ‘properly arranged’ visit. We arranged for yet another visit with the owner of the farm whom we met on our way back.