This is the first blog post I have ever written about my daughter

I don’t usually write blog posts about my daughter. I don’t want to give away my best girl. I have never been able to give her stuff. She never wanted anything. I remember the...

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In our series of letters from African journalists, film-maker and columnist Farai Sevenzo reflects on life after the death of her father

There were days when I found it almost impossible to remember my dreams. I do not remember many of them during that time. Many a time I would wake up in the night and...

Dale and I were going to be the only people in our group that day

I was going to be the only visitor to the rest and eat area of President James K. Polk Memorial Rest Area. So far, only a few of us had been allowed into the...

In the darkness of the children’s hospital room I heard the voice that said, “Oh

“…you are mine.” The voice that said it to them was calm and commanding, and it was the voice of the child who had brought about the change. I had not heard the voice...

Three hours pass and the phone rings again

Three hours passes and the phone rings again. A couple of rings. He opens his eyes and smiles at the caller ID. He glances at his watch. 5:46. He looks up and sighs, shaking...

It has been a week of intense protests and boycotts in Washington DC

The first stop on this morning's agenda, as it has been throughout the week, was the President James K. Polk Memorial Rest Area. On March 14th, 1901, Polk suffered such a devastating loss at...

It’s been a long time coming but I’m finally here to tell you my story

Hollywood has been my life there’s nothing better than riding down the street in the car while listening to the radio, watching the news, playing the videogames and being in love with a woman...

It was the last time I would see my father

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I had spent the last few minutes of my life...

Dorothy took one more step towards O’Hara and placed her hand on the door knob

“No, sir, I won’t even answer your questions.” She said. There was no shout or raised voice this time, her voice was in a steady, level tone, just enough to keep him from throwing...

I stood on the edge of the ice and watched the wind blow across it

This place, a single building, would have no lasting effect on me, so long as the sun rose in the East and the frost in the west. The place was a single thing and...

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