grief – A public diary.

“I got my things and left”

well, that was Marechera in House of hunger. I didn’t have much to carry but just a mind full of dreams and ambitions. Today marks 6 years since I left my home country involuntarily. Everything happened so fast a part of me wasn’t ready but there is a saying, “There is almost no such thing asContinue reading ““I got my things and left””

Dear Tari,

Today marks 3 years since you left us . Life is fleeting indeed, to think it was just yesterday when we argued about dishes. Most of our childhood memories are sad, you spent them in different hospitals battling sickle cell anemia. The pain you went through just to be with us is unimaginable. I rememberContinue reading “Dear Tari,”

I am sorry I couldn’t say goodbye

They say grief comes in stages and Acceptance is the last of them, people often say it as if the five stages happen in a particular order. No, grief is random. Some days are better than others. I have always wanted to write a memoir for you Ta’ but I have been scared of theContinue reading “I am sorry I couldn’t say goodbye”