In The Stillness I Wept

In The Stillness I Wept

“One minute I am floating, and the next minute it feels like I have been hit by a bus.” These are the words I told my therapist the first time I visited her a few months ago. I was hurt and hopeless, and although I hoped that the pain would go away, I had learnt to...
Free At Last

Free At Last

When my wife died I did not cry, I allowed droplets of sweat to soak my pyjama top. I didn’t cry because I was confused and in denial. She had made my life a living hell and seemed to be immortal. There was a time that Roselyn and I were inseparable, she was the...
Never Ready To Say Goodbye

Never Ready To Say Goodbye

Baba (father) has been sitting on the rocking chair for close to an hour and I am sure he is lost in his thoughts with Simon Chimbetu’s song Samatenga on repeat. He hasn’t touched his coffee and l bet it has turned into a cold coco-cola beverage. My...
Sweet Pain of Labour

Sweet Pain of Labour

Beads of sweat have covered my forehead, the heat is unbearable and I do not know where I am. Did someone kidnap me? A bubbly lady slaps me in between my thighs and I let out a loud cry. I must have dozed off, and as I try to get up it all dawns on me that I was not...