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 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

So I am actually leaving Germany without making a single friend, I am so pathetic. Regretful thoughts got the good of me as I wait to board my flight to South Africa at Frankfurt Airport, Germany. It was time to go home. All business deals had been successfully accomplished whilst my social life had died

Muku and Steven were up on their feet again! Just then, the bus rammed into another pothole, sending the two staggering and gladly falling onto the laps of some unsuspecting girls. “Muku, Steven, sit down!” I shouted over the roar of the school bus and they hurriedly went back to their seats. I was very

I never knew that life could throw so many hard balls at one country. But that is our life. We have always been known for making a plan and getting by, well this last year has pushed us all to the furthest limits of probably outer space. Somehow the days seem longer, and humour has

There I was again. Sitting on the same bench that now held the weight of my sorrow. It’s been a year and every time I think maybe this time it will happen. Maybe today I’ll get the job. Every time I get a call I get so hopeful that I plan what I would do

Mama’s fingers slipped inside my jersey before she allowed them to gently tug on the crisp new shirt l wore on the inside- straightening it. She reached inside her bag and pulled out a brown envelope that had my school fees as well as an oversized brown blazer. ‘Take this, and give this to your

It was as busy as any other working day in the city of Harare. I looked at my wrist watch only to realize I was running late for a project presentation.(I have to be at a place thirty minutes early so I was not really late.)I rushed my way through the busy and congested streets,

“The land is crying for its people. The people are crying for the land. Do not be silent. Speak up for her.” – Australian Aboriginal You know those winter evenings on the highveld? Where red sunsets blacken the trees in shadow and dust hangs in the branches. Then suddenly it is night. Zimbabwe night. Just