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...
