THE HOUSE THAT FORGOT HOW TO LAUGH

 There was no love missing in our house, because there was no love left to miss.That was our secret. We were not sad. Sad would have been easier.In House 24, 2nd Street, Germiston - the Molefes were perfect.6:00 AM - Alarm. 6:15 AM - Mom in the kitchen. The sound of the spoon against the pot. Same pot. Same porridge. Every day for 7 years. 6:30 AM - Dad at the table. Phone brightness on his face. He nods at Mom. Mom nods back. That's their good morning. 6:45 AM - Me and Junior. We eat with the TV on mute. Mom says TV at breakfast rots your brain, so we watch the pictures move with no sound.No one shouts. No one throws plates. Our neighbors who scream at each other at night - they have more life than us.We just... live. We pay. We eat. We sleep. We repeat.Then Mrs. Khumalo gave us the project."Grade 4s, for Life Skills this week: Record 10 moments your family laughed together."I took my pink notebook home like it was gold.DAY 1 - Monday I wrote the date and waited. Dinner....

Harare turning to be a drug den

 Harare, once known for its vibrant culture and rich history, has now become a drug den that is destroying the lives of its younger generation. The once bustling streets are now filled with the sounds of drug deals being made, and the sweet smell of addiction hangs heavy in the air.

I have watched as my city has deteriorated before my eyes, and the saddest part is that we are losing these young people to the grasp of drugs. I have seen bright futures dimmed by the haze of addiction, and promising lives cut short by the poison that flows through their veins.

Just last week, I buried one of my young ones who had so much potential. She was a talented bubly girl, with dreams of running her own business and traveling the world. But those dreams were shattered by the lure of drugs, and she became another victim of Harare's cruel grip.

As I stood by her graveside, watching as the earth swallowed her up, I felt a sense of deep sadness and pain. The loss of her bright spirit was a blow to our family, and a stark reminder of the devastation that drugs can wreak on young lifes.

I vowed that day to do everything in my power to fight against the drug epidemic that plagues our city. I will not stand idly by as more young people fall victim to the darkness of addiction. I will speak out against the dealers who peddle their poison on our streets, and I will offer support and guidance to those who are struggling to break free from the chains of addiction.

Harare may be a drug den, but it is not too late to turn the tide and save our young ones from the tragic fate that awaits them if they continue down this path. We can still make a difference, and we must strive to do so before we lose any more of our precious youth to the clutches of addiction.

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