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…

Where feet fail.*

Memories from a time gone by. T was a slender girl with fine features, average height and mid-length ebony coloured hair that flirted with the wind as she walked. She had a cheerful and shy smile that more often than not she was  self conscious about. Everything about her spoke of a young woman who…

Story telling.

It’s been awhile since my last post, life has been sooo busy! More details about that in my next post. The Cliff She stands alone at the edge of the cliff. The wind softly whispers secrets into her ears as her eyes drink in the view before and around her. The bluff nestled in rolling…

In the valley

Between March 20 and April 14th, 11 people died in Pikangikum. Of the eleven, nine died on the same night.* Death is relentless in his pursuit for more, overly eager to satisfy his unquenchable thirst. Without invitation, he takes his time to embrace those in the throes of deep sorrow, those still reeling from what…