Month: June 2011

Inspirational, Tale Africa

Sacrificing my indigenous language to become a Writer

By Nick Twinamatsiko: My favorite memory from my Primary One is of the time I took the reading examination. The examiners were seated under some tree in the school compound. When my turn to take the exam came, I went before them, took up the text (which was in my vernacular, Runyankole-Rukiga), and read so fluently that I left them […]

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Love in Action

By Moleboheng Mahasa: The breeze is making an otherwise bearable cold winter's day, colder. The kids begin to arrive from school not dressed warmly enough. Most of their shoes are broken; their uniforms are worn out hand-me-downs.  My heart lurches. The emotion rising up is a mixture of compassion and sympathy. Children should not suffer like this. Undeterred by the […]

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Stick, stone and books

By Tafadzwa Razemba: I went to a lovely little nursery school tucked away in a quiet suburb of Harare where I was a bit of a bully. Apparently I was slightly bigger than most of the kids and would use kicking, my teeth and fists to get my way. Honestly, I still find this hard to believe if not ridiculous, […]

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Please don’t hush me!

By Rukhshana Namuyimba Please don’t shush me up! I know who I am, where I have been and where I am headed. I know what I know but even more profound I know what I do not know. And what I know I’ll share if you’ll but let me speak this once. I respect you for you are the man […]

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Poetry, Tale Africa

No more graves to bury the dead

By Thabang Tlaka: She gazed upon horror and never flinched, Danced with the darkest of demons, yet still stands. Her sweetest melodies are trapped in fantasies Edged deeply in her bosom, yet Constantly purged by a nebulous search for remedies Africa, gazes upon her dead as they bury their dead.   She hears the voices, the echoing sounds… Deep within […]

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