Cred: The Guardian
Creds: The Guardian

Morris wore a similar outfit that Rissa had seen him wear for the few times she had seen him. He had a black suit on, complemented by a sky-blue shirt and navy-blue necktie. She bet he wore perforated brown shoes. The lifeless body still sent spirals of fear down her spine. She frowned when she saw the smirk on his face. Was he mocking her? She wondered if she liberated him and could only wonder what would have happened had he died an old shriveling man. Rissa peeped into the brown coffin lined with white and purple velvet cloths one…


She had handed me the white-paged paper. It was printed in black ink. It looked like a formal letter addressed by a firm of some sort. I struggle to remember some of the details of the letter. However, there were flashes of a signature that I recognized a lot from my school report books-my father’s at the bottom left of the page in sad blue ink. It didn’t go hand-in-hand with what the previous statement had said. The last statement of the letter before his signature broke my heart. No. It shredded my heart. It said, it said, it said…I…


Day 1: It is 8.19am. I woke up today feeling hazy and lightheaded. It’s now pretty normal-well for me at least. I walk to the bathroom like I normally do every morning, wash my face and teeth. I come back to my room. Despite the white furniture and the white bedding, it looks so dark to me. It feels empty but it is suffocating me at the same time. Something is clogging in my throat. I want to breathe but I am failing to. I walk towards my bed and curl back in bed. I am late for school again…


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It’s been 28 days since I last struggled to walk. My whole body is numb. My feet are swollen. I had told my mother to bring me a burgher on her way home. But no, I no longer want to eat it. I haven’t eaten the whole day. I wanted to have salty stuff in the morning but now I want chocolate. Having chocolate makes my cramps more painful so I won’t even attempt to have chocolate. I go to the bathroom to change and I come back with much more excruciating stomach cramps. I curl in my bed because…


I look at him again and it suddenly strikes me. My emotions overwhelm me and I burst into a brittle laugh. I can feel tears of anger stinging the back of my eyes. There is something else too, pain. The pain I am feeling overrides the anger. My heart aches because of that one fateful day. I look through myself on that window and all I see is someone dressed immaculately as if they are about to speak to the owners of Goldman Sachs. I, in reality, look like Goliath in a dress. …

Shandukurai Chiuswa

Is a young public speaker, writer, activist and vlogger. She is passionate about Africa, Young People and Zimbabwe. She also loves economics and mathematics

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