The Dusk of My Sekuru

¬†Augustine Patrick Ndoro - 28 August 1934 - 5 September 2019 The tragedy of preparedness is an illusion and sophistry that effaces itself when reality kicks in. Sekuru Ndoro's impending death gave a false sense of closure for everyone that loved him. We hung on hope for more days with him, despite the fact that... Continue Reading →

A Salutation to Oliver Mtukudzi

A great circle of celestial sphere cut throught the heart of our country. The pained wails of a grief stricken people echoed through out the nation. A hooded skeleton griping a scythe hovered over us. Its cold breath a pervasive aroma of death. The allusive detriment of deprivation Dancing to the blues emanating from the... Continue Reading →

The Cold Clutch Of Death

Sunday morning, 12 February 2012 tasted like old moldy cheese laced with fungi that wreaked havoc in my stomach. Horrid. The onset of grief began at 8am with 16 missed calls from my little sister. I woke up in sleep reverie but mostly gripped by the aftermath of consuming copious amounts of colourless volatile flammable... Continue Reading →

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