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...
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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...
I’m Done
by Denise Jack
Flamenco Flames
by Denise Jack
Composer at Large – Fictional Diary-Memoir – Excerpt from Entry ‘Sex under Apartheid’
by John Simon My life at this time was a wild and exciting one. Johannesburg was a self-assured, if highly dislocated city, with a citizenry that talked only about money. Crime had yet to become a topic of conversation. In 1979 trams and buses set off en masse from...
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...
om te let go
by Chestlyn Draghoender som brase hetti lyn ni en kan maak latte vroumens haaself haat. dat sy haaself oek nooit kan vegiewe nie al het sy niks vekeed gadoeni. om brase sit met harte soes gabriekte glas wat displei wod as haat en verwyte. selfs hul biologiese kinnes...
Far From the Shoreline
by Robyn Radcliffe The fishing boats In Hangberg Are handcuffed They hang On the edge Of ramshackle housing Rebuffed by the buffering Mountainous scenery Shackled and sedentary They are reluctant sentries Forced to observe This ‘hoods iniquity Far from the shoreline....