Same blood

Reading these pages, you will meet young Tafadzwa, a boy whose childhood was not painted with the usual hues of warmth and security, but with the cold strokes of blame and isolation. You will follow him through the tangled corridors of a household where love was not a given, but a conditional transaction, where his existence was a convenient scapegoat for every misfortune that befell the family, and his efforts to care and contribute were met not with gratitude, but with cold indiference or, worse, cruelty disguised as familial duty. This is not just a story of one man’s sufering—it is an exploration of the emotional neglect and psychological torment.