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Three more steps and Trina finds herself face to face with a flaky barrier. Her hand curls up into a fist which momentarily collides with barrier thrice. An unfamiliar voice shouts “Come in!” Her shaky hand comes into contact with the cold silver handle. The door creaks open revealing a rather odd but friendly looking […]

I had so much to do! The alarm went off late, I burnt the toast, the kids were ratty and there was no coffee to help! I noticed that the kids needed new school clothes (again) – how on earth did they just grow so quickly each term! The dog need to be dewormed (he

We met one night, unaware of time and preoccupied with life and queues. The fuel queue. The queues of everything else we were waiting for in our lives. Unhappy and unknown. You shook my hand and touched my soul the first time we talked, fighting the wind that almost pulled out my cigarette together with

“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