Andrew Dakalira It was eerily quiet, as would be expected in a room with more dead people than the living. The mortuary seemed rather small for the entire district hospital; just ten little drawers to keep the dead, three sinks and two steel tables in the middle of the room. Four others stood with me, none of whom spoke. The atmosphere was chilly, but I … Continue reading Rest Well, Little Tortoise
Odala Yuma The first time I was introduced to romantic longing in books was at the age of 13. The protagonist was a white girl who was odd enough not to fit in but beautiful enough to be considered conventionally attractive, for the plot to be framed around her. It was on Wattpad, and although it was poorly written, which honestly didn’t matter to me, … Continue reading A Quest For Yearning
Japheth Gundani The worst mistake a beautiful young lady can make is to travel a long distance by public transport, especially a minibus, without a fully charged phone and a pair of functional earphones. And Tamala was about to discover that the hard way. A lot can happen when you sit next to a stranger for an hour or more especially when that stranger happens … Continue reading A Ride To Remember
Just Sam When Life Plays Like A Bad Movie A low budget creation that should have had a different name, Terrible retakes to the wrong scenes, Bad cuts of the whole production, Short scenes of the best parts, Bad plot, bad direction, nasty actors, No standout scenes Except for one thing; “She walks out of the house, carrying all his favourite things. From the ‘donate … Continue reading When Life Plays Like a Bad Movie & Other Poems
Precious Colette Kemigisha Grace’s breathing wakes me before the roosters, which means I’ve been listening for it even in my sleep. I don’t remember deciding to do this, to keep one part of my mind always alert to the sound of her lungs fighting for air. That tight wheeze, not the normal sleeping sounds but something thinner, like air being pulled through a crack in … Continue reading We Will Breathe Again Tomorrow
Francis Pasanje Beauty of Cape Maclear, Amidst the warm heart of Malawi, With sandy beaches, Gleaming like the finest gems, Far up yon hill doth stand stairs, Down to Otter’s point, Where greenest waters flow, Filled with mbuna fish, Bright like the jewels of a crown. A land of breeze, a land of peace, A land of merrymaking, For all the folk that do arrive, … Continue reading Cape Maclear
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