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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
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...