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by Thabiso Tshowa    “I am sorry, Nkele, but we ran the test several times. You can’t have kids,” said Dr Mosala with a grim face, seated behind her huge pine desk in her office. Looking at her wedding ring and the pictures of her, and her happy family, I...

To the comrades who are obscure

by Partha Sarkar. The afternoon is not grey – it is still bright. The day is gone but not lost. But gone are the words. The faces gone. Where is the warmth of those rendezvous? Long ago... evenings without fire, but with dreams. Mornings though foggy, brought the...

A Waiting Room

by Rory Kilalea.  Rhodesia is to become Zimbabwe after a bitter bush war. Britain has sent personnel to join the Commonwealth Monitoring Force to oversee a peaceful transition. This is a story from the time. # The waiting room was packed with women. Some with...

When fakes fly free, innocents suffer

by John Simon. Beneath one roof, he and I. A bloated clergyman bouting hay fever His stout figure nonetheless surviving Very well He taught me his history book: It was that of Oedipus and hell. Giving no love he expected none. Taking always he never helped, But...

Lekke Wei Lekke Ly

by Johannes Davids. Tottermannetjie hulle begeer na jou met kwyllende bêkke van vuil poppe trippel-trippel van kamer na kamer gereed vir lawwe lekke sawens vleg hulle steel-steel ghries bevlekte strate opsoek na ‘n tottermannetjie gekleed inne G-string begloei...

Vice City

by Thabiso Tshowa “Hey, you, scrap boy! You’re dirtying our town,” said a teenage boy as he kicked my trolley, which tipped to its side so that all the scrap fell out. As I tried to pick them up, another one poured beer on my head. “Crawl back to whatever rat hole you...

Irony of Life

by Yandisa Krobani Captain Mthethwa gazed at Mr Bhengu, seated on the opposite side of the table, where he could see both of the man’s arms. He looked blanky at the captain. The walls of the interrogation room were cream and dingy. Its claustrophobic atmosphere could...