by Boubacar Boris Diop Jessica I am stunned. Times like the ones we are living in will also give rise to incredible human beings. They’ve just informed me of the circumstances of the death of FélicitéNiyitageka, a Hutu from…
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Damien’s Shoes
by Ret’sepile Makamane My son, Damien, makes fires that flicker throughout rainy June nights. He moves about the shores of Lake Muhazi, lighting a new fire on a new spot every night. People who travel to Kayonza come back to…
The Wrath of the Dead: Extract from The Shadow of Imana
by Veronique Tadjo The dead were paying regular visits to the living and when they were with them, they would asked why they had been killed. The town streets were filled with spirits moving around, whirling in the stifling air.…
Making a Woman
by Thabisani Ndlovu Skhumba is trying to say to Aunt Mongi, he cannot sleep at night because he loves her. Grown-ups can say stupid things like that and their eyes tell you these are useless things. Look at Skhumba’s eyes.…
One Hundred Days
by Vuyo Seripe My father, he’s a typical African man with his favourite chair in the house and a bloody newspaper behind his face. I am a middle child, diagnosed with middle child syndrome. I’m an eclectic mix of…