Fiction

Extract from “The Birds know the postman”

by Mxolisi Nyezwa The room at Livingstone hospital where I was now detained felt completely weird and exceedingly cold as if we – the doctor with a lisp, my mother who stood or sat in a chair nearby, the ill looking nurse, and myself – were all trapped inside a big...

George

by Rory Kilalea Rhodesia declared a unilateral declaration of Independence from Britain in 1965 to avoid black rule.A bush war erupted. Black freedom fighters attacked the white Rhodesian forces for control of the country. Men and women were enlisted. This story is...

A Red-brown Dog Stands His Ground

by Frank Meintjies Even if you don’t like dogs, you would soon or eventually warm to Jack. With his distinctive colour, Jack stood out among neighbourhood dogs; his coat was reddish brown and the pupils of his eyes, though a deeper brown, had the same red tint. Jack...

The Silence of Roaring

by Warren Jeremy Rourke My thoughts are pooled on the young black girl that my personal assistant brought to my Edwardian hotel last night. I’m engrossed in the nuances of my memories of her when the convoy arrives at my gate to my private five-star game reserve. What...

These Aren’t Mine

By CL Farley Sean paces a tight circle in the bathroom. His legs jerk forward in a hurry to get nowhere, rushing through each stride like the arms of a metronome. It’s too cold to be barefoot on tiles but the discomfort distracts him from the large mirror. He can...

Weeds

by Mpumi  Cilibe There were moments when I felt that Sissy was far stricter and harsher with me than with the rest of my siblings. But there were also times when I felt her tenderness seeping through the tough shell that encased the molten toffee that oozed out of her...

African Feeds

by David Kerr The stretcher bearers, too late, pull the blood-stained woman from the rubble. Garikayi closes the file, drags it into his Somalia folder, and mentally slots it alongside the Kenyan bombings. He feels the warmth of creative work rising. Yes, he is proud...

Wallpaper

by Abbey Khambule Before you left you asked me to move a small vine of bougainvillea inside until winter had passed. It’s now inscribed an arch over the window, creeping over the graffito “Ek Is As Gevolg Van Jou” sketched above it; drooling and draping over the old...

Water

by Abbey Khambule The tide grows. A charm of firefinches flies over the promontory, breaks open and tumbles on the wind like roller pigeons; retreats inland, fleeing the ribboning tongue of the sun setting in the ocean. I imagine it to be of fledgling Cape...

Victoria Falls

by Confidence Seleme   +++Hurry up Buti, make it quick. I don’t have all night!” +++He was her sixth and final client for the evening. After this, she would hurry to her flat to take a long shower and try to wash off all she had seen and done. Some people...