Dear Slyvia and Susan I refuse to drown my grief and pain with alcohol because my previous encounters have been harsh. I will allow myself to feel the pain and pray that the pain does not consume me. My heart is sore but I am not sure if it is anger, resentment, or grief. IContinue reading “#WinterABC24 -African Literature: The symbol of value”
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Get a warm blanket and let’s catch up
Hey Darling reader It has been months since I have had a monthly stocktake. A lot has been happening and sometimes all I can do is breathe. sometimes I feel as if my world is spinning, on other days I have my heart beaming with joy and on other days I beg Mwari to carryContinue reading “Get a warm blanket and let’s catch up”
The thief
His mother wailed and said “moyo wangu unodzimba, mandiuraya” Her joy and hopes had been cut short. She had never thought of burying her child. All she wanted was to watch him grow and achieve his dreams. MaNcube was in pain and she kept saying “Why me?” She rolled on the ground and wept likeContinue reading “The thief”
Light a candle
Mbuya sat on her favourite couch and when she called me she asked me to light the candles that were on a small table next to her. When I had finished lighting the candles Mbuya handed me an envelope. Was Mbuya ill or was she dying? I tried to fight that painful thought and satContinue reading “Light a candle”
If this is my sunset
If this is my sunset, and I never see the sunrise please look after my children. Be my eyes and ears. Hug my kids a little tighter every time you see them. Remind them of who I was and how much I loved them. As you know Jabu stammers you still have to remindContinue reading “If this is my sunset”
A book review: The Mire Painting a Mirage
Trigger warnings: Suicide, rape, death Themes: Marriage, family dynamics, childhood traumas, sexual and emotional abuse, culture, emigration, tradition, identity crisis, culture shock, HIV and AIDS, rape, suicide, funeral rites, infidelity Cover rating 4.5/5 Overall rating 4/5 Summary The story is told through the eyes of Ruva and the story begins when she is in theContinue reading “A book review: The Mire Painting a Mirage”
Friends of The Baobab: Dad wounds
I am excited to be introducing “Friends of The Baobab” as I countdown to my three-year blogversary. On Fridays, friends of the blog are allowed a chance to vent, share their personal experiences and even hold the creative pen. In the words of Maya Angelou, “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold storyContinue reading “Friends of The Baobab: Dad wounds”
If Mama was still here
If Mama was still here there would be no dirty plates stacked in the kitchen sink. If Mama was still here we would have prayed before we went to bed and her singing would have felt like a warm hug. If Mama was still here, Bernard would not have left home. He would have beenContinue reading “If Mama was still here”
He took a part of my heart to the grave
Hey, my favs this is a continuation of Wednesday’s blog post. Meet Keri with a broken heart. As much as this is all fiction, I believe that everyone has a Chandi in their life. The person that they loved but never got a chance to tell them. Some people moved, some died and some peopleContinue reading “He took a part of my heart to the grave”
#WinterABC2023 The light: Day 16 – Dead but alive
Winter storms have come and darkened my sun! -Whitney Houston I am angry at Chandi for not dying, I am angry at him for moving around the house looking lost and wondering where he is. I am angry at him because I have had to watch him suffer and the hurtful words I receive fromContinue reading “#WinterABC2023 The light: Day 16 – Dead but alive”
The Baobab 