Juliet Mashiri

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I had an Island once on the great Lake Kariba, off shore the Matusadona National Park. It was named after the brave and famous Rupert Fothergill who had led the rescue operation, called Operation Noah, for all the animals trapped on the high ground as the lake rose. Together with a...
When you hear the term camp fire the first thing you think of is a group of friends enjoying themselves, right? Roasting marshmallows too right ? Even singing camp songs , right ? Unfortunately, that was not my reality. The one thing that seems so harmless was...
It was around six p.m. and had just started getting dark. I was sat on a long wooden log, staring at my family members spread out across the other makeshift seats. We were all gathered around the campfire after a long day, of what my father thought would...
When I first saw the title and debated on whether there was anything I could write, there was a sudden rush of places, dates, people that came to the fore, there was a re-igniting within me of stories that had been filed away in my subconscious and...
With twigs crackling at the mercy of the growing fire and birds scattering to the four corners of the earth escaping the mass of rising hot air, the campfire sprung to life. The noise from the fire outside was drowned by our excited voices which filled the dining room. The three...
The time was nearing 7pm and the sky was dark, stars at sunset were shining like never before, illuminating the dark sky like snowflakes.  The crickets were in competition to outsmart each other in chirping, their chirps being the only sound in the atmosphere.  The temperatures had dropped to below three degrees...
As l sat around the campfire for the first time in ages l felt safe, l felt like this was home and that these broken, hurt and unhappy young adults were my family. They knew that what l felt was not imaginary but rather real and l...
It had been a very long arduous day; my feet ached and I felt them scream in protest as I gingerly hobbled towards our heat emanating campfire. My muscles surrendered to exhaustion as I slumped down on the ground and with minimal effort crawled into my warm...
Trust and Love She looked in on him as she had come to do each week on her arrival into the sprawling and densely packed community where she worked. Sara was European but had spent many years in Africa and loved working with Africans in their...
ESMERELDA By Rob Fynn, (Author of biography, Angel in a Thorn Bush, where this story features.) I had an Island once on the great Lake Kariba, off shore the Matusadona National Park. It was named after the brave and famous Rupert Fothergill who...
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