Linda Mulamba: The Proposition

Mayamiko held the worn out jersey to herself as she walked down the deserted street. The jersey was old and had holes, it provided little to no warmth. The rain had started in the afternoon and persisted till it was time for her to knock off in the late afternoon. Her...

Annabel Maduka: The Trial

Andrew drew a deep breath, he closed his eyes trying to hide the tears in his eyes. “Andrew”, he opened his eyes after his lawyer, Grace Kondowe, tapped him on the shoulder. He looked around the place, looking at the tall building standing firm in front of him. This...
Nomsa Lungu: Glass Doors

Nomsa Lungu: Glass Doors

As I walk up to my gate, I witness the wind wrestle with the trees. It is a cold evening but the moon remains bold and big and full, probably shining brighter than my future. Work finished late today. That annoying Indian client decided he wanted wooden doors for his...
Winfrida Kamwana: The Sins of My Father

Winfrida Kamwana: The Sins of My Father

I spent years not talking to my father. The anger I had for him was too much that my heart felt so heavy each time I heard or remembered his name. I could not figure out why he did the things he did. As I am standing next to his coffin looking at the picture displayed...

Mayeso Grace Mazengera: The Khungu Between Us

There was one rule every member of the tribal lands had to obey- never cross the river after dark. Children born in the grasslands knew this rule. From infancy we were taught of the dangers that lurked beyond the tranquil Khungu. It gave us water for the farms and a...