Sloppy Wet Kiss: Stranger in my Bed (8)
By Tashinga Wazara, Zimbabwe: They say you should never dance with the devil because there's always deception in his charms, and he'll always be a step ahead of you. Well
All dreams are well…
By Percy Matlala, South Africa: I used to go up to the roof every night To talk to my dead 'run away' father Hoping to free the anger Free the questions, or possibly ask
As Bad a Day as This (Continued)
By Fungai Chigumbura, Zimbabwe: I woke up sometime later, on the sidewalk, surrounded by frantic people who all wore looks of concern on their medium to low income faces. It took a
Sloppy Wet Kiss: Stranger in my Bed (7)
By Tashinga Wazara, Zimbabwe: I'm lying awake in my bed; I can't sleep. The events of today keep re-playing in my mind and the more I think about them, the more they ea
*Sowetan girl breaks my heart*
By Kgomotso J Kgopa, South Africa: In the beginning This is me, now reminiscing It was me and her – Pearl Our hearts dark, void and without form – like Genesis' Earth Lif
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