These hands.

There is something about facing the new year that floods me with childhood memories. Nostalgia visits and pulls me into a tight embrace of how things used to be. Not wanting to be left out, realisation whispers in my ear, time waits for no one, soon what is will be then what ? Growing up,…

Finish line

Its been awhile since I posted here. Not because I have given up on writing my book. I have taken more to posting my progress on Instagram @shulamalindi . I am happy to announce that everything is almost ready for me to publish my short story. My friend and I are currently working on the…

Introducing Malaika.

I am working on polishing my blurb for my short story, in the meanwhile, here is a short description: Malaika ( Swahili for Angel)  is a 19-year-old Mozambican girl who reluctantly accepts a 6 week trip to the Philippines. Whilst there, she volunteers with Restoring Hope, a Christian Humanitation Organization that does work all around…

Publishing a book

  I was 7 years old when I first fell in love with reading. It was 1992 and my family and I were living in Zimbabwe’s capital Harare as my dad was getting a degree in Theological Studies. I remember the day I received my first book, it was on a weekend and my parents…