Gift Chigundo: Behind the Mob

Gift Chigundo: Behind the Mob

By Gift Chigundo A good number of us were still in class way beyond knock-off time. No one was going home without a five-out-of-five score. The teacher had sworn on her mother’s grave. Alas, I loathed numbers. Getting three from the sum of two and two was fine by me....

Jonathan Ngoma: Mombera University, The Memoir of a Kabaza Rider

By Jonathan Ngoma If you think every Kabaza rider you meet on the road is poor, then you are a fool. A misinformed fool. The worst kind of fool because your beliefs are based on ignorance. Maybe I should just speak for myself. I am not poor. My shabby looks, crudely...
Yolanda Wandawanda: Not Meant to Know

Yolanda Wandawanda: Not Meant to Know

By  Yolanda Wandawanda The smooth edge of the couch holds my leg up as I watch the steam rising from my cup of coffee disappear into the air. I am going to die today. I know it because I have seen it in thousands of other people. When I was younger, I had detested...
Emmanuel Kaison: Guilt

Emmanuel Kaison: Guilt

By Emmanuel Kaison Douglas Pagone staggered down the dizzying staircase, his breath a burning rustling snuffle. He hadn’t expected things turning this way. Not that he would be running down the longest staircase in the complex from his office at lunch hour, away from...

Dalitsani Lucy Anselmo: Hold On

By Dalitsani Lucy Anselmo Everyone said you were a strange fifteen year old girl. You laughed with the boys and pinched and swore at girls. You always came home with muddy feet, ragged trousers and scratched skin that was oozing blood because you had been in a fight...