Month: January 2017

Poetry, Tale Africa

Moving

By Philani Tyson Nombika, South Africa: Like trees that move back and forth in resistance of wind Life makes its paces at what seems still as time won’t move Feels like every single step takes eternity Lovers promise forever before it’s taken Beneath its full belly, hands streached reaching for oppoturnities that may crumble In street corners the gifted wait […]

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Short Stories, Tale Africa

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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Paper and Ink, Series

From His Arms to Yours (3)

By Emmeline Bisiikwa, Uganda: Eventually, you gave me an ultimatum. “I don’t want to share you anymore.” I swallowed hard and hedged, “But you have a girlfriend.” “I think it is time we were officially together.” I was excited and scared at the same time. In all the time we had been together the scariest thought for me had been […]

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RCA In-House

The River Willing

                                               By Fungai Chigumbura, Zimbawe: Every night it’s the same. The sequence always follows a specific pattern, a worn-out road to the same conclusion. The dream always starts with me. I’m on a hill in the middle of some grassy plain. My men are down in the valley, sweeping what remains of the enemy. None stand before me anymore. The wind […]

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Short Stories, Tale Africa

Torn (3)

By Ayanda Xaba, South Africa: The second time I was 10 years old. My breasts were starting to develop, so was the pubic hair. I grew up very quickly, my body became old when my mind was still very young. That night I had fallen asleep on the chair. My room has a study desk where I spend most of […]

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