Torn (7-Finale)
By Ayanda Xaba, South Africa: “I think it’s a boy,” Nozipho is saying while she and Sipho lie in bed, as Sipho touches her stomach. “I want a girl.” N
Someday Maybe
By Emmeline Bisiikwa, Uganda: It hurts to see you everyday And yet not seeing you hurts even worse. It feels like a lump on my heart Smothering me the more it grows I smell your pe
He Loves His Wife
By Damali of Kyanjja: I did what I knew to do best – ensure there was no trace of me on him. “I love you,” he said as he pulled his pants back on, walking towards
Torn (6)
By Ayanda Xaba, South Africa: I think I’m also losing my mind. How can life do this to me? Just when I find something good he goes and dies. Zweli, why would you do this to m
From His Arms to Yours (5)
By Emmeline Bisiikwa, Uganda: I haven’t felt love like yours or screwed up as badly as I did with you in all my relationships. Your love consumed me in ways I have never felt