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No Real Heroes (Finale)

  By Katiso Thatho, Lesotho Not knowing whether he’d been threatened or warned, Thuso was left stunned as the second officer made his exit. Thuso’s sister came back into the room. “What did they want?” she enquired. “Oh nothing, they were just taking my statement.” He replied. Several days passed and he was discharged from the hospital. He still had […]

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A Man’s Tears (Finale)

    By Katiso Thatho, Lesotho For some reason he found a lot of comfort in the friendship of this young teenage boy whom he had only known for a few hours. After finishing their breakfast the two began to chat for a while. Rex told Hopolang all about his life. How he had lived at his grandmother’s with his […]

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A Man’s Tears (2)

  By Katiso Thatho, Lesotho The booze finally kicked in and the racket became the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. He hobbled and swayed his way to the dance floor for a while, but then after one or two songs, everything became a blur. One minute he had his arms wrapped around a woman with a rather wide […]

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A Man’s Tears (1)

  By Katiso Thatho, Lesotho Another long day at work had passed and he found himself once again in the one place to which he had sworn never to return. Of course, he had sworn it ten times prior to that and yet he always ended up there regardless. It’s not that he particularly enjoyed being there, but there was […]

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This Truth but no Further

  By Lerato Mensah-Aborampah, Lesotho, the Mountain Kingdom The truth is I am scared. I am really scared. But I will not tell you that. I will tell you only of how scary the things I fear are. I will speak about them as vaguely as I can. I will not personalise them too much. Because when I speak truthfully, I […]

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Between Walls (Finale)

  By Lerato Mensah-Aborampah, Lesotho She closed her eyes and buried her head into her knees. She was still crying. For herself. For her mother who would have wanted her to choose herself over anything. Passing so easily caused her herself, which was everything. How could she have told Patrick or Mellissa without them judging her? Her judgement of herself […]

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Africa

By Sekantši Sitsane, Lesotho  Like Thabo Mbeki, I’m an African. I was born in this land and in it I shall die And everyday Africa is reborn in me I eat from her soil and drink from her streams She too is replenished by the hands of her people Their flesh and blood fertilise the plains Our heroes: who gave […]

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Between Walls (3)

  By Lerato Mensah-Aborampah, Lesotho Libuseng stared helplessly at the cubicle’s door. There had been two knocks on the door and three attempts to open it. She had just kept quiet. She had heard one girl say the toilet was locked because it was probably not working. At some point, she had heard Mama Lydia humming a sefela, in her […]

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Between Walls (2)

  By Lerato Mensah-Aborampah, Lesotho A packet full of stuff. He had always called her this. “You are like a packet full of stuff- I think I have grasped one thing about you and the next thing, I find another,” he used to say this with marvel. Patrick had always admired her for that. Libuseng had met Patrick during their […]

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Between Walls (1)

By Lerato Mensah-Aborampah, Lesotho Libuseng rushed to the bathroom, into the small toilet cubicle and locked herself in. Beams of the Tuesday afternoon sunlight gushed in through the small, circular window located high on the wall opposite to the toilet door. The walls of the tiny cubicle which, in their prime time, must have had fresh, white glazing paint on them, […]

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