Author: Thomasina Ndlovu

July seventeen. Twenty eight years ago. It was either both or one of us. The Grim reaper was pacing the maternity ward so sure that the odds of us making it out of the labour room alive were almost close to zero. Having lost so much blood and too weak to push, the midwife decided… Continue reading

I was watching a movie for the first time in forever the other day. Worth. What intrigued me the most is the legislative body of the United States of America having a round table discussion behind closed doors after a national disaster had just occurred. To avoid lawsuits they propose a national treasury fund offering… Continue reading

Dear Lwandle I cannot pin point the exact moment nor time, that memory eludes me. However, it was at a very tender age. I was beginning to understand and comprehend words. I must have sprained my ankle, hit my foot on a rock or fell. My biggest defence and method for seeking attention for any… Continue reading

I cross the laces. Make a loop. Pull. I stare at the greying once black material. All thanks to the wash days. The dusty pavements. The muddy puddles. The long queues. The crowded elevators. I shake my head in disapproval. Examining the torn rubber soles. Running my fingers over the uneven cracks. “Not now.” I… Continue reading

Dear Lord I want to sit next to David. On a roof top. On a warm September evening. I want to share a pack of Doritos with him. Watch him watch the sunset. Watch him try hard to pretend like he is enjoying this foreign triangular shaped food. I want to watch him feel the… Continue reading

Dear Lord You know. Sometimes I imagine you saying, Have you considered my servant Lwandle? That there is none like her in the earth. A perfect and upright woman, one that fears God and avoids sin. I can almost imagine the enemy laugh to your face. Loudly. Till he can’t breath. Till he can’t stand… Continue reading

I’m woken up by a not so loud Fvck! Followed by a couple of Shit! Shit! Shits. I half open my sleepy eyes to find him glued on his phone. It’s probably work I think. I close my eyes and try to fall back asleep. I hear the water running in the bathroom. I reach… Continue reading

You know how we always talk about growing old together. How after a long day you wish to come back to this one person. This one person you call home. This one person who is everything you want and need and more. We talk about raising our kids together, building empires, comfortable homes and we… Continue reading

Dear Lord How do I meet him on the sidewalk and control the urge to spit on his face? How do I meet him at the coffee shop and control the urge to empty every single bit of nutted muffins and lukewarm coffee from my stomach? How do I meet him at the park and… Continue reading

Dear Lord I wish I was confident enough not to bury the gifts I have but to use them to your glory. I wish I prayed more. Effectual fervent prayers that availeth much. I wish I didn’t doubt your power at times. No matter how much the waves rise against me. I wish making the… Continue reading