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Questions You Wouldn’t Want To Hear Whilst You Look For a Job
Job hunting is the most excruciating and frustrating phase we all have to go through, unfortunately. If it ever gets easier, I think it's because we would have accepted defeat. After all, it's not as easy as it seems. It's usually a series of disappointments that...
It Could Be Anywhere
I grew up in a cosmopolitan suburb in the southern parts of Johannesburg. In the early 2000s, the community was an eclectic mix of white Afrikaners, a few Indians who owned the local grocer, blacks and coloureds who had worked their way out of the townships, and a...
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 father's life will...
No One Wants a Strong Black woman.
There is a cloud of pressure that hangs over black women in our society. The pressure to be strong, independent, confident, among other things. We are 'queens' if we do not break down when something saddening happens to us, or if we do not fight back and take it...
Worth More Than
This story begins with the disco hall near my residence (residence because apartment is too generous and rental is too modest). It is 2AM in the morning and because it is a Public Holiday, the entire neighbourhood is treated to a generous supply of loud rocking music....
Takeaways On Grief And Loss
Losing someone is one of the biggest tragedies to ever happens to mankind. Like a thief, so does loss occur. It's unexpected, and usually never do we think that at a certain time, it will have to happen to us. Our hearts are usually broken beyond repair and like most...
The Rivers We Cry: The Why
19 years ago I lost a parent. I was 7 so I did not really understand what was going on. I knew what death was and knew it meant I would never see my father again but I did not understand what it really meant. It took a while for it to sink into my immature mind that...
“We Keep Calling Out For Help But No One Hears Us” – The Untold Pandemic
2020 was a hard year in Zimbabwe. When the first lockdown hit, the economy was already worn for wear and many people felt their livelihoods being clinched by the austere measures in the country and the rising difficulty in earning a decent livelihood. Covid-19 caught...
For the Love of Jennifer Nansubuga Makumbi
Jennifer Nansubuga Makumbi was born in Kampala, Uganda, in 1967 and now lives in Manchester. Her first novel, Kintu, was longlisted for the Etisalat prize in 2014, and she won the Commonwealth Short Story Prize in the same year. Her first short story collection,...