Hope In A Jar
By?Philani Tyson Nombika, South Africa: Let’s fill these bottles with forgotten dreams instead of the ones that are dying Let the streets run red of promise and prisons overc
Sloppy Wet Kiss: Yolanda (3)
By Tashinga Wazara, Zimbabwe: I open my eyes slightly. I don’t recognize where I am. I open them wider and try to look around but nothing looks familiar. I try to move but I
The Maiden and The Bear (9)
By Ayanda Xaba, South Africa: It is the day before the lobola negotiations, the calm before the storm. I’ve been sleeping at Ntombi’s since Wednesday, partly because I
Paper and Ink: Interconnectedness (4)
By Emmeline Bisiikwa, Uganda: I am not going to pretend to be unaffected by the break up. Sure it hurt. I had our whole future mapped out and when it all fell apart I was disappoin
Alive and Dying
By Philani Tyson Nombika, South Africa: We become airless in a world dense of breathing space We are bodies pushing through crowds of our own faceless dead corpses We are li