Category Letter

Once upon a time, the world moved at a gentler pace. Or perhaps we simply moved through it differently. I remember those dusty township streets, where we wandered barefoot with reckless abandon, unaware of danger, oblivious to status, unshackled by… Continue Reading →

There exists a peculiar modern affliction that masquerades as wisdom: the compulsive need to examine, articulate, and share every emotional tremor that passes through the human consciousness. This practice, elevated to the status of therapeutic gospel, has quietly transformed from… Continue Reading →

Earlier today, I found myself in conversation with my sister. She was complaining, as younger sisters often do, half in disbelief and half in resigned anger, about her husband’s indulgence: a $45 haircut. To contextualise this, it is fifteen times… Continue Reading →

I don’t remember the first time I was wrong. But I do remember the first time I refused to admit it. Even as evidence mounted against my position, I clung to it, watching as faces shifted from engagement to exasperation…. Continue Reading →

Time slips past quietly when you’re not paying attention. It’s hard to believe I’ve been here almost ten years. A decade is long enough to raise a child, lose a parent, build and abandon a dream. And yet, here I… Continue Reading →

Marshall and I had been going back and forth for over three hours. What started as a casual conversation about innovation had spiralled into an intense debate over a so-called revolutionary invention. A device that supposedly produced free energy. Someone… Continue Reading →

I grew up in a world where “social media” simply meant being social in the most literal sense: chatting over fences with neighbours, gathering at the community market to exchange gossip, or walking to each other’s homes whenever we needed… Continue Reading →

There is an old Shona saying, chisi hachieri musi wacharimwa, some things do not bear fruit the same day they are planted. It is a lesson I have learnt in many ways throughout my life. We live in a time… Continue Reading →

Is it Plato the philosopher who once said love is a form of madness? You can list every reason you’re drawn to someone; gentle, kindness, eyes that sparkle like the stars; but those traits aren’t rare. They could belong to… Continue Reading →

I was young, a city boy with skinned knees and a picky tongue, exiled to her village for two weeks while my parents sorted out a life I wasn’t meant to understand. She met me at the bus stop where… Continue Reading →