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...
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...