Author name: Juliet Mashiri

“One final push,” Dr Govski said, with the infuriatingly collected tone I had grown accustomed to in the last few hours. In fact, I could barely hear him above the screeching pain ricocheting through my exhausted body. I longed for the moment: the moment I would hold my baby boy in my arms and this bloody ordeal would be over.  […]

Life is a mystery; some instances you feel like you have gone through some process before yet they say only a cat has nine lives… It was on a Saturday morning and the weather was not very friendly. It was cold and windy outside, inside the house the atmosphere was dark and dingy all thanks

The relief I felt at the vehicle stopping after an hour of fruitless flagging down was almost swept away by the sight of the woman behind the driving wheel. I hesitated for a moment, but Baba Petros and Baba Denford were already entering the vehicle. Baba Denford, the oldest of our party, had taken the

The air was bitter, icy whispers of the wind cascading through the lifeless train station, bellowing a mournful groan that echoes through the empty air. Walking across the platform, the subtle crunch of frost on the cement floor under my boots, I stand at the edge of the luminous, glowing yellow line bordering the rusted-brown

It was a brisk winter’s morning when I left Harare, en route to Bulawayo in my trusty Mazda. I was fully fueled up, coffee in the flask, my favourite music selected, all good.  This was hopefully going to be the final trip of many in connection with winding up my late parents’ estate, a process

The road to St Nyoka school is long and winding, 5km, up the mountains, down the valleys repeat. We play a game we were taught by a visiting private school, ‘ Indoona’ or ‘I spy’. It’s Joni’s turn, ‘I spy a thing that’s black with mavhiri, wheels. ‘That’s easy.’ I declare as I crouch down

I never believed in the popular quote that states ” Strangers can become best friends just as easy as best friends can become strangers” until one fateful day when I had a special, eye-opening encounter, when I stumbled upon a stranger I met on my way to work. I was not only on a physical

 Blindly, a young girl had thrown herself onto the intricate highway to adulthood.  A decade too early, she had tossed herself into the brutal ditch of reality; completely changing her life within a matter of seconds… decisions made a minute too soon became decisions that would stick onto her massive forehead for an eternity. House

No, it wasn’t a figment of my imagination.  It was definitely a man. A man –  standing on the side of the road in the shimmering, white heat of that God-forsaken landscape.  His appearance became clearer as I pulled off the road beside him. “Could you give me a ride?” he asked, too exhausted and

I could feel the coldness seeping into my bones and a shiver creep up my spine. The rain kept pelting down on the side walk and all I could do was stare at it forlornly through the glass window of the book store. The little bell above the door rang signalling the last customer of