Zvimba is known for beautiful lilies, but you are the fairest of them all. Your oval face glitters like a diamond, Carefully cut by a master craftsman. Your milk skin, like an Arabian curtain, is the envy of the maidens of Bulawayo. The teeth behind your smile are perfect, and white like crystal seashells. Your […]
Zvimba Lilly – Poetry
The Game of Hunger – Short Story
Although my mother is a food vendour, I’m the most famished child in my neighbourhood. Everyday is Ramadan, and I break my fast after school. My friends had always complain that like Usain Bolt, I run out of school even before the time keeper finishes ringing the bell, but I wouldn’t mind them for one […]
Master’s Slave Wife – Poetry
The Master had taken a wife, to toil and cater for his every whim. He made demands of her, molding her to suit his desires. Nothing else could matter but him; Not a job, not a child, definitely not her. Determined to make it work, and hopeful for a change someday, she cooked, cleaned, created […]
Abo’baku – Short Story
Abo’baku: Destined To Die With Kings Oba Alade was dead! The ground shook and fear took over the entire village, where were they heading to? The Oba’s only son was studying outside the country in Ottawa. The Oba was old, wrinkled, stressed out and obsolete; that was all I knew, but why did he have […]
Life’s Cross – Poetry
She hawked for money and was raped, All he could say was “sorry”. Her dreams shattered, Her family scattered. She grieves her father’s death, As she awaits her unwanted child’s birth. Her life, her cross. He’s a taxi driver, His wife dying of cancer. Begged, prayed but there seems to be no answer. Devastated, Frustrated. […]
Generation X – A Wake Up Call!
Welcome to Generation X; a generation that is ahead of time, and behind in thinking. I am in a sick generation! Yes a very sick one. Nobody wants to stand out, everybody wants to be society’s puppet. Nobody wants to break the code or smash the norm; the fear of social media savagery conducted by […]
The Betrayal of Jesus Christ: From the Perspective of he Who Planted the Kiss
He was standing in shame with dropped shoulders, staring at the knot he had tied to the low-hanging tree branch. Guilt was boldly written all over his face, the heartache was too much for him to bear, hence, his reason for standing on the wooden stool. “God in Heaven, how did I actually let this […]






