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MATILDA“Oh Chomie, what happened to you?”Instead of replying, she just cried. Softly. She opened her mouth to say something then her face contorted. Kendric came and stood behind me. Holding my shoulder. There seemed to be something coursing down his hands. But I did not bother to figure out what it was. I was having my own mini package of dilemma.“Oh Chomie….” I whispered covering my mouth.Kendric kneaded my shoulder then. I was about to break down in tears. I swallowed back my so...
The sun is slowly flitting away. Tatenda is exuberant and is enjoying the noise around her. This is the last time they will be assembling to play ball on a weekday, until the next holiday. The ball charges in her direction. It whizzes past her ear as she ducks. Her team members cheer, “Maflawu-wu-wu!!. Maflawu-wu!!” There is no place like playing ball on a dusty road without parents hollering at th...
Wow, would you just take a look at that? I cannot help but wonder, have you seen how this person's hair flows in a stunning array of colours? It is almost as if there exists an imperceptible breeze generating this effect. I feel a kick of adrenaline. My eyes' pupils are probably dilating. I can feel the light bulbs in my head powering up. It reminds me of that childhood enthusiasm that was piqued when I n...
Dear beloved, I do not know what to call you now. Are you still that guy I was head over heels with or a stranger? Since you have decided to ghost away from my life, I have been trying to reassess myself. As in, what did I do wrong? Where did I press the wrong button? And those around me are not making matters better. I have to come to think of myself as losing my hea...
The ripped wrapping paper stares at me unanimously. The glowing dress seems to be gloating at me. The scattered gift card and money seems to be smirking at me. What is getting on my nerves is that dress. Not only is it body shaming me, but it is speaking out his language. If that is what you want sister, I can passionately speak back to you as well. I dumped you in the trash ...
Prologue First time I saw Elroy, ‘but I wasn’t in the mood of being hooked up with some nameless guys’. I didn’t even recall his face. Second time we met, and ‘In my sleepy eyes, he was this tall, skinny, dark guy who was just being too nice to someone who didn’t even consider him.’ Not this time around. Without an absent minde...
Who knew I would finally have the courage to look at myself in the mirror? And appreciate the cringe lines on my eyes and the brackets that was a substitute of dimples? I never knew someday I would twirl before a mirror and appreciate my height and the body structure I had shrouded with baggy clothes? I turned to the task at hand. If there is something that the Great Insecurity had succe...
It is just a normal wool hat. That was popular in Primary school. It dubbed as a scarf and hat or more of a balaclava. Its popularity dwindled in the high school era. But definitely not at my school. The Monkey hat was a symbol of popularity. To the teachers, it was a sign of an ‘anti-school’, a truant and a stubborn child. But to the majority of us, it was a sym...
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