Relational Journies
By Tashinga Wazara, Zimbabwe: Yolanda and her father, John are standing in the room by the door. George is outside waiting for them to open for him. Yolanda’s father is the one who called him, telling him that he needed help carrying some stuff in the warehouse but he was lying. It was a trap. As soon as he walked […]
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By Tashinga Wazara, Zimbabwe: Audrey, Yolanda’s mother was a lecturer at the University in the Law Department. Her husband, John, was a policeman. He worked as a special crimes detective and he was never home. He would leave home at 5am before Audrey even woke up and he would be back home around midnight everyday. He was married to his […]
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Yolanda stood frozen in the middle of the room, match stick in hand, in complete and utter shock. How had her father found her? She had been careful. She had paid for the warehouse rental in cash. There was no paper trail. She had made sure she left her mother’s phone at home in case the police found out she […]
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By Tashinga Wazara, Zimbabwe: I open my eyes slightly. I don’t recognize where I am. I open them wider and try to look around but nothing looks familiar. I try to move but I can’t. I look down. I’m sitting on a chair, my legs and arms bound. I can hardly move. I try to speak but I feel a […]
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I have been betrayed. Not only that, but I have been betrayed by someone whom I trusted; someone whom I loved. This person has been having an affair with my fiance right under my nose. I found out through texts that I saw on his phone and I have been stalking them for a couple of weeks since then and […]
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