Allegiance: The Hand that Rocks the Cradle – Chapter Four

The atmosphere in Shadreck Mtonga’s office was icy cold. Gilbert was sweating a storm under his dark blue Armani suit. He wanted to choke the life out of his partner for putting him in such an awkward position. He wished nothing but for the ground to open up and swallow them both. Continue reading Allegiance: The Hand that Rocks the Cradle – Chapter Four

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My Father’s Daughter – Episode 1

Disclaimer:

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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THE INVISIBLE MAN – Introduction by Anishagold Continue reading My Father’s Daughter – Episode 1

Some Uncomfortable Truths I Learnt about Myself and Others Living in the Diaspora

Today being African Freedom Day and all, I thought I should reflect on some moments in my life that made me feel very proud to be African. And what better moments to pick than those moments spent with non-Africans? 😊 Continue reading Some Uncomfortable Truths I Learnt about Myself and Others Living in the Diaspora

There’s no fate in hesitation

Words that inspired me today:

Fate doesn’t come to you at just anytime. At the very least if you want to use the term fate, it should happen, often at the most dramatic moments brought by coincident. That’s what makes it fate. That’s why, another term for fate is timing.

If I had not been caught at any of those dame traffic lights…if any of those red lights had helped me, even once….I could be standing in front of her as if it were fate. My love was always held back by that thing they call timing. That dame timing.

[But I was wrong.]

In the end, fate and timing do not just happen out of coincidence. They’re products of earnest simple choices that make up miraculous moments. Being resolute, making decisions without hesitation, that’s what makes timing.

He wanted her more than I did. And I should have been more courageous. It was not the traffic lights fault. It was not timing. It was my many hesitations.

KJH- Reply 1988

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