Fiction & CNF

Black Boy Fly

by Thabiso Tshowa   Black Boy Fly is a story or maybe it’s a game about the human race about how we can be loving and hurtful at the same time but if you play your cards right you can actually act a poes and still get the girl of your dreams. But it goes deeper...

Czardas

by Noel King   Dust dances in the light above my son’s violin. I am recalling the days I never heard him practise. Being a CEO, I was busy, away a lot, when I was at home it was down-time for all three of us. His mother heard him practise. I wish she was here...

A Day In August

by Palesa Mazamisa   The phone rang. Mpumi watched the numbers flash on the screen, urging her to pick up. She didn’t recognise the number, so she continued watching how with each ring the vibration inched the shuddering phone along the tiles. She let it flash...

Sex is the Opium of The People

by uMonde iNxele   The point is the longer you go, the deeper you see into your own sexuality. It is like coming face to face with your shame of sex. Everyone has something to be ashamed of, and most of the time it has something to do with sex. That says...

A Township Child

by Rahiem Whisgary   Watching things die has always unnerved me. Then again, I’ve always been strange. I tend to notice rather unsettling subtleties that occur when a body is on the brink of death – subtleties that, it seems, no-one around me has observed. It is...

Pinky

by Brian Khumalo   The taxi conductor opens the door swiftly. Pinky is immediately confronted with a rush of a sweet musky scent. This precious moment is soon distorted by the heavy odour of cigarettes and perspiration oozing out of the conductor. Pinky softly...

Kindness

by Abigail George   The red seed of an abortion flowing out of the woman’s body. Nobody talks about backstreet abortions anymore in Johannesburg. You can go to any clinic. The red seed growing and growing of cancer cells. How can I be delivered from those things?...

Alexandra Wallace

by Abigail George   Left behind, out on the edge, to smile with all walls closing in on me, interiors seeking closure, comfortable borderlines distinct and pretty, infinite and mapping out a precariously wacky, sweet, precocious personality. Talking to yourself...