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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
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...