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Rebabedi (11)

  By Ayanda Xaba, South Africa ‘No woman, no cry’ chants Bob Marley through Kwena’s radio. Kwena is a Bob Marley fanatic and a lover of raggae music in general. He goes as far as attending events and collecting the music. His room is like a musuem of raggae because of all the CDs and posters he has displayed. His […]

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Sing Me (4)

By Ayanda Xaba, South Africa: “Deliver me, out of my sadness Deliver me, from all of the madness Deliver me, courage to guide me Deliver me, strength from inside me” Sarah Brightman says it better than I could ever do in this song, life is never simple and our mere planning doesn’t cut it. It’s like God lets you plan […]

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Sing Me (2)

By Ayanda Xaba, South Africa: Do you know the feeling you get when something is about to happen? Whether the thing will be good or bad, one gets a feeling that warns you of some disturbance. I had one of those two weeks ago, as I was driving into Soweto from Johannesburg central. Okay, I was a passenger sitting directly behind […]

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Sing Me (1)

By Ayanda Xaba, South Africa: “Abongile!” I hear my sister’s distant shout. I lift my head to find her standing at the kitchen door looking irritated, maybe she’s been shouting for long. Blame the laundry. I hate doing my washing, which is what I’m busy with, with music playing loudly through my headsets. “Now, no matter where I am No […]

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Super Ex (2)

By Ayanda Xaba, South Africa: “It’s you, it’s always been you and nobody else”. I send the text hoping she will believe it. This time I mean it; I have fallen in love with her so hard. I never expected this to happen. I met Nozi when I was still a wild child, she was just as wild. We hit […]

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Super Ex (1)

By Ayanda Xaba, South Africa: “It’s you, it’s always been you and nobody else”. I read the texts and suddenly got emotional. The way I loved this guy wasn’t normal and he knew it. He knew he could do anything wrong or hurtful and I would forgive him. He knew hearing him say he loves me was my weakness. Those […]

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Torn (7-Finale)

By Ayanda Xaba, South Africa: “I think it’s a boy,” Nozipho is saying while she and Sipho lie in bed, as Sipho touches her stomach. “I want a girl.” Nozipho is surprised, she has heard that many men want boys to carry their surname. It’s a known secret, like how Santa doesn’t exist but people still make their children write […]

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Torn (6)

By Ayanda Xaba, South Africa: I think I’m also losing my mind. How can life do this to me? Just when I find something good he goes and dies. Zweli, why would you do this to me? I still can’t believe what his relatives told me… it’s just… he was found with a girl. They think the girl killed him […]

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Torn (5)

By Ayanda Xaba, South Africa: Many people don’t understand my relationship with Sipho. He’s the one person who understands me completely. We met when I was 19, my first year in varsity. I’d already been to juvenile prison and a mental institution. He was my first boyfriend, first friend, and the first family member of my own choosing. I was […]

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Torn (4)

By Ayanda Xaba, South Africa: The third time I was 16 years old, my body was fully developed and I was a full blown mapakisha. I still didn’t have any real friends, except my dad. That year my mother got promoted and become the matron at our nearest hospital. My father was a teacher, which meant he had more time […]

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