by Takudzwanashe Ndangana | Jun 8, 2022 | Short Story
“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...
by Takudzwanashe Ndangana | Dec 6, 2021 | Family, Short Story
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...
by Takudzwanashe Ndangana | Jul 28, 2021 | Short Story
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...
by Natacha Umutoni | Apr 30, 2021 | Culture, Divertissement, Entertainment, Short Story, Thoughts & Reflections
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,...
by Natacha Umutoni | Mar 31, 2021 | Culture, Divertissement, Entertainment, Feature, Food, Short Story
It is no doubt that Covid-19 changed our lives drastically and the way we operate at work; most people have made their living rooms, dining tables, guest rooms, etc their home office. One thing for sure is that the internet has become a crucial part of our lives...
by Takudzwanashe Ndangana | Feb 24, 2021 | Short Story
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...
