Chapter 4: The Dilemma

Mornings in Gweru always felt colder when you woke up alone. The kind of cold that made the blankets feel like the only safe place in the world. Reo lay still, staring at the damp patches on the ceiling of…

Mornings in Gweru always felt colder when you woke up alone. The kind of cold that made the blankets feel like the only safe place in the world. Reo lay still, staring at the damp patches on the ceiling of…

“Alleluia!” The word rolled out like thunder and was answered by a wave of “Amen!” The tent shook with voices as women ululated, young men stomped on the dusty ground and babies strapped to mothers’ backs joined the noise with…

Reo and Shawty stared at the moving crowd, each of them scanning faces and shapes, searching for the man who had just changed everything. The rush of people in Gweru’s busy town was in full swing. Schoolchildren in faded uniforms…

Pressure does not always shout. Sometimes it arrives quietly and slips into your life without a sound. It can be the silence between two people who once laughed together, the way your chest feels heavy when you lie awake at…
The sky was still black when the police finally found her, a woman lying limp and barely breathing under the old bridge at South Downs. The first officer to see her froze for a second, not sure if she was…
MaSibanda slipped out of the police station like a ghost, unnoticed in the confusion. No one saw her leave. The night pressed close, thick with the smell of dust and old rain. Every step she took felt heavier than the…
The night was still heavy as the city lights flickered on and off. The ambulance sat quietly near the hospital’s back gate, its white body shining under the dull glow of a streetlamp. Inside, the driver leaned his head on…
It took six officers to finally pin Phillip to the ground. Even as his rage gave way to exhaustion, his arms still lashed out and his feet kicked until the last ounce of fight was wrung out of him. The…
Some nights are so dark that even the world seems to stop breathing. On this night, under the deep sky near South Downs, a man sat alone on an old concrete bridge, his legs dangling over the edge, a torch…
The police charge office had become a storm, too many secrets, too many wounded people and too much noise echoing off old, cracked walls. Temba’s joy at seeing Lazarus in cuffs faded fast as the air thickened with accusations and…