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(The Believer’s Edition) I hold the spoon to the child’s trembling lip saying, “Drink, it is sweet, it is life.” I know the chemistry of the cure; I have seen the dying rise and walk. Yet my throat is a desert while the medicine stays on the shelf. It is not a lie; it is…
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As I stepped outside, I could not ignore the view of the sun’s rays as night broke into daylight (KwaZulu-Natal) I am looking for something. I am looking for something that only she can give. I am looking for something that can help bandage my wounds, a little embrace to calm my yearning heart. I…
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Out of pain, doubt and a restlessness that would not let me settle for easy answers, I searched for your existence. I wandered across the earth, trying to understand religions, each with its own language for the divine. In my search, I saw diversity in spiritual enlightenment—many beliefs, all pursuing a higher truth, all trying…
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Picture: Umhlanga Beach, Durban, South Africa. The world stands up, a thunder in the hall, a standing ovation for the part I’ve played. They roar in laughter, answering the call of every joke and every point I’ve made. But I am standing where the shadows lie; behind the heavy black velvet where I watch the…
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If you read my last post, you definitely noticed that the post was authored by Anonymous. Since the last piece, Anonymous has written a few more. I feel its proper to give her a good platform to express herself. I would like to introduce my anonymous writer with a pseudonym. I call her Sasunnach; we…
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Written by an anonymous guest writer. Edited by Chuma Chinzila. We were a fire, a force to be reckoned with, a light that owned the dark. But you took your torch and wandered away, leaving me to sit by the heat of what we used to be. I watched the bonfire of our life dwindle. The…
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She rose to a beautiful day full of life and expectations; to embrace the beauty and trials that lay ahead. She stepped out clothed in dignity. With her offspring beside her, she left the safety of her home into the world; each of them on their own paths. She smiled, talked, learned and taught, oblivious…
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“Caution, doubt, walls up! Her nerves have been eaten by the wounds that keep dripping. She feels but what is it that she is really feeling? Never truly assured and yet it is what she yearns for the most. In the depths of her soul, she knows time would calm the storm; soon the dust…
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