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Chick Flick (5)

  By Ayanda Xaba, South Africa There is another person you need to meet in my life. That is Zethu, my little sister. She is such a happy teenager. At sixteen she has a free spirit only found in matured adults. I would like to take credit for teaching her well but I think the teachings just found a good […]

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Chick Flick (4)

  By Ayanda Xaba, South Africa The following two weeks were bliss. We painted Durban red with our love and enjoyed every moment of it. It was merely a day after the chillas when Lethabo invited me to her flat for a sleepover. What better way to know that she enjoyed her first experience? I knew I had to up […]

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Chick Flick (3)

  By Ayanda Xaba, South Africa Realising that I am romantically interested in the same sex wasn’t an issue for me. But I’d say coming out was a bit of a challenge. Firstly; because I didn’t know that it was something I needed to declare to the world. And secondly; because I didn’t know I could be anything else other […]

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Chick Flick (2)

By Ayanda Xaba, South Africa The following weekend was presentation weekend. My team and I used the week to sharpen the story and we were happy with it. My fellow writer Thomas did the full script while I did the technical stuff – synopsis, treatment etc. Thomas took the responsibility of presenting to the whole group and as expected they […]

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Chick Flick (1)

  By Ayanda Xaba, South Africa I remember the first day I saw her. We were at a briefing at the local youth centre listening to government employees gloating about their boss’s good deeds. It was a boring meeting. I didn’t even want to go there. But there I was and there she was. The municipality was starting a program […]

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Reflections

Freelance Lover

    By Ayanda Xaba, South Africa Often times you wonder why people are so crazy about love. You wonder why they pretend like love is the best gift God gave to men when they know it’s not true. You know that very well. You are well into your third decade of life and you can’t get over how people […]

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For the Love of the Game (Finale)

  By Ayanda Xaba, South Africa Thabo is helping Zitha get ready to leave hospital after demanding to be discharged early. She insisted on booking herself into a rehabilitation center as soon as possible. This came as a relief to her friends who were still choosing their conversations about drugs carefully as if walking on egg shells. As she did […]

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For the Love of the Game (12)

  By Ayanda Xaba, South Africa “Zitha collapsed again, she’s…” Thabo rushes to Sibongile while the paramedics and nurses fuss over Njabulo. Puleng remains where she was standing with Thabo. “On my God Tee! Can this day be any worse?” Sibongile says softly as she allows herself to be dragged by Thabo towards the ward where Zitha is. She pauses […]

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For the Love of the Game (11)

  By Ayanda Xaba, South Africa “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, He leads me to pastures righteous…” Puleng silently prays as she fumbles with the beads she keeps around her left arm. She gets lost in the prayer for some time and decides to start afresh. “The Lord […]

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For the Love of the Game (10)

  By Ayanda Xaba, South Africa “Njabulo” she whispers again, this time accompanied by sobs. “Njabulo come on wake up” she is crying now but Njabulo isn’t moving. Sibongile takes her phone from her bag and tries calling Christopher but there isn’t any signal in the area. She curses and gently gets out of the car and crawls towards the […]

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