Wild Heart

SOD

ame sooner t

ether, heads lowered in sorrow, as the cemeter

ery. To minimise coronavirus risks, none of the usual

estrictions on funeral

several traditions believed to be increasing the spread of the disease

s of their family's location, with barely any of the us

wanting so hard to be part of proceedings and perform the usual ritual

ple are buried close to their kin, as it is believ

n a city far from their rural

itive gov

idst of strangers. We want to be buried among our ancestors,"

n adult is buried by onl

hat precautionary measures... are maint

side is yet another source of ire on top of grinding economic

ic mismanagement that has drastically inflat

a man in his thirties who did not wish to be named, walking bac

all connection to our lived realities,

virus coming back into the country and now

sual d

cities as long as they are "herm

parlours do not o

nsive for most Zimbabwe city dwellers, m

transporting bodies from oth

as planned but it wa

........

quickly for Mr.

ered window, gauzy and Radiant, pr

length moulded against Eze's side. Her head was pillowed on the sleek skin of his shoulder. Her hand looked small and dainty nestle

pression unreadable. He stared at her as if h

r our kid, they have to change their school, we can't afford to eat as much as we e

er. But that wasn't enough for her, she stared at h

he was supposed to, she collected her three months salary at her workplace and

ed in their room almos

d eat, then go back in afterwards. They

in quietly an

t, his own nameplate carved in wood. Before him was an open Algebra textbook. He'd been staring at it for

of nothing but

she slowly opened

um" they said a

hem on the mat "Things have really been hard since grandpa died, and things have changed, s

situation, education is education regardless of where it

She couldn't anymore, she started crying "Am so sorry, this is not the life

o her to dry her tears "Beautiful queens don't c

t guess it would just be an added knowl