A Creative Writer from Harare, Zimbabwe & Your Friendly Neighbourhood Introvert.
Loneliness & Other Sins
A couple staring into each others eyes on the opposite end of the café, a mother with her little girl chatting back and forth, another man struggling with the WiFi. We were all in this café with the chefs in the back and the over worked waiters serving us. My cup was half empty, my plate empty except some crumbs of Black Forest cake left in it — her favourite. She’s never late. Never. We’ve known each other for years now and in all those years I was the late one. After a while she accepted th...
Loneliness & Other Sins
A couple staring into each others eyes on the opposite end of the café, a mother with her little girl chatting back and forth, another man struggling with the WiFi. We were all in this café with the chefs in the back and the over worked waiters serving us. My cup was half empty, my plate empty except some crumbs of Black Forest cake left in it — her favourite. She’s never late. Never. We’ve known each other for years now and in all those years I was the late one. After a while she accepted th...
Katze
I sometimes long for summer, for sunshine to smile on me again. Other times I wish it never returns. I find myself too hot to do anything but evaporate all day. In winter I think better, the midday sun warms me enough to tackle the day head on with no problem. Never a degree to hot, never a degree too cold. Always right. It’s just the punishing mornings. Mornings never below zero, but single digits. Mornings with glistening grass sparkling in the sun rise, beautiful until the cold rushes your...
Katze
I sometimes long for summer, for sunshine to smile on me again. Other times I wish it never returns. I find myself too hot to do anything but evaporate all day. In winter I think better, the midday sun warms me enough to tackle the day head on with no problem. Never a degree to hot, never a degree too cold. Always right. It’s just the punishing mornings. Mornings never below zero, but single digits. Mornings with glistening grass sparkling in the sun rise, beautiful until the cold rushes your...
Maybe...
Her eyes were burning from last night. Itchy, blurry, dizzy. In the back of her head she berates herself for spending all that time online. Midnight Youtube, looking at all her favourite lifestyle Youtubers doing things. In the dark lit up with only her phone screen while wrapped in her covers. In her room, silent as death letting auto-play take her on a trip down the algorithm’s path. She wasn’t actually watching, she was just looking at the screen while she thought of thousand of little thi...
Maybe...
Her eyes were burning from last night. Itchy, blurry, dizzy. In the back of her head she berates herself for spending all that time online. Midnight Youtube, looking at all her favourite lifestyle Youtubers doing things. In the dark lit up with only her phone screen while wrapped in her covers. In her room, silent as death letting auto-play take her on a trip down the algorithm’s path. She wasn’t actually watching, she was just looking at the screen while she thought of thousand of little thi...
