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…
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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…
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…
Weeds
by Mpumi Cilibe There were moments when I felt that she was far stricter and harsher with me than with the rest of my siblings. But I must admit that there were also times when I felt her tenderness…
His eyes were blue
by Abigail George “God took you out of my life for a reason.” Arms as pale as milk, black eyes, little foal, innocent and tender as Zelda Fitzgerald, genius wonder boy of the family – in this dark house…
