Raeez Jacobs

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....

Bright Lights

by Zeenit Jacobs A boy with a pointed finger exults: "Look at the stars falling fast!"   Collective awe as fifty become one hundred; bright lights from East and West illuminate the night sky.  O'er tribal lands and clans; around a campfire are sounds of clicks and...

The Birds in Hand

by Warren Jeremy Rourke   If you smash our beaks we will not need clean drinking water from our taps, and ancient rivers diverted, running dry. If you pinch our eyes out we may become accustomed to the loss of light and electricity – made to remember fire-cooking...