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Purple

When I left Bulawayo five years ago, it was at the height of the jacaranda season; with the purple flowers carpeting every avenue of the…

Nov 3, 2020

Purple

Nov 3, 2020

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Genève: The View From Inside a Golden Cage

There is a haunted kind of beauty in his face as he looks at me, the silence between us stretching far into the bounds of awkwardness.

Oct 12, 2023

Genève: The View From Inside a Golden Cage

Oct 12, 2023

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An Idea (by Ingenious Piece)

New York City: A Hymn to Capitalism

Reflections of a former Parisian in the Big Apple

May 27, 2023

New York City: A Hymn to Capitalism

May 27, 2023

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The Boy Who Was Never Enough

It would haunt your nightmares for years to come. The boys and girls surrounding you, refusing to let you break through the circle they had…

Sep 7, 2022

The Boy Who Was Never Enough

Sep 7, 2022

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South Africa Through The Looking Glass: A Fairy-Tale Gone Wrong

Watching the recent looting that erupted in South Africa last week, I remembered an experience I wrote about almost ten years ago…

Jul 21, 2021

South Africa Through The Looking Glass: A Fairy-Tale Gone Wrong

Jul 21, 2021

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The Morning Star Has Set

He replied, “I saw Satan fall like lightning from heaven.” Luke 10:18.

Mar 28, 2021

The Morning Star Has Set

Mar 28, 2021

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Thinking of You

A tale of love and loss, of bittersweet memories, joy and the indescribable pain of first love.

Nov 27, 2020

Thinking of You

Nov 27, 2020

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Go Our Dove, Those ahead Shall Pluck You

On the occassion of the death of one of the architects of a genocide, I share a Ndebele proverb turned poem on justice, or the lack of it.

Jul 29, 2020

Go Our Dove, Those ahead Shall Pluck You

Jul 29, 2020

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Eden

There is a garden. And in the garden there is a tree. A tree as tall as can be. That reaches to the brink of heaven,

Jan 23, 2020

Eden

Jan 23, 2020

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Green Pastures: Reflections from the Diaspora

What you did when you left was less of leaving than it was of running.

Oct 23, 2019

Green Pastures: Reflections from the Diaspora

Oct 23, 2019

Bongani Ncube-Zikhali

Bongani Ncube-Zikhali

A normal person who’s trying to live in a world that persistently refuses to be normal | Zimbabwean | Sorbonne University Paris | Writer | Computer Scientist

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