Author: Thomasina Ndlovu

Dear Lord I was watching Hotel Rwanda last night. How black people rose against black people. Just for power. How the Tutsis (tall trees) were massacred leaving behind almost a million corpses. What I can’t get off my mind though, is the part where Paul (the main actor) was thanking a white journalist for showing… Continue reading

Dear Lord Every where I look I see you. Every life experience seems to give me more testimonies, testifying to your goodness. Your love. Your patience. Your grace. The past few days I have been babysitting my niece. You know it really has been such an eye opener. A revelation of the width, the length,… Continue reading

Here I am sitting on a toilet seat swiping through my gallery. I find myself staring at a picture of the sun set. I can’t help but wonder how you paint the sky!? It is so beautiful. I swipe left and nineteen year old me appears. She is smiling with her head plaited with cornrows… Continue reading

I’m not sure if it’s the way he looked into my eyes as he drew me close. Or. The way he kept whispering into my ear with his dreamy voice. Or. The way he made me dance with him when the band played sondela by Ringo. Or the way he was acting all possessive, like… Continue reading

Dear Lord Growing up, Wait, was a gentle no. Wait, was an I’m doing important adult stuff right now, whatever it is you want can take the back seat. Wait, was a sometimes you just talk too much, give me a break will you?! Wait, was just give me a few moments I want to… Continue reading

Is that him? It does look like him. Wait. Yes. It is him. The bounce in his step hasn’t changed. He does look more handsome. Locks tied to the back. Clean shaven. The suit fits like a glove. And who is that he’s with? Must be his new woman judging from the way they keep… Continue reading