Right Move, Wrong Time Pt 3

They went back to Harare and we never heard from them. I was heartbroken because my hope was in her promise. Depression started resurfacing through my mother. She had somehow relaxed because she believed in…

Right Move, Wrong Time Pt 2

I had just finished my O’Level and my dreams of going to A’level were next to impossible. Slowly reality began to hit me that my future was going to be gloomy. Those years not all…

Right Move, Wrong Time Pt. 1

There are times in life when we are traumatised to the extent of failing to express our pain. When we are supposed to cry we find ourselves laughing. Our minds fail to register and acknowledge…