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By F. C. Stanley A thousand stains had his gift inflicted itself on him. And then a thousand more. Each time the line of events was the same: an argument, borne of so
Skinless
By Damala of Kyanjja Honestly, I do not know why people project their issues on the rest of us who are very comfortable in our skin. Like what have my undies got to you with
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By Ayanda Xaba, South Africa It hasn’t even been a week since I ran away from home and I already miss my family. Don’t get me wrong; I love Kagi and living with
For the First Time
By Emmeline Bisiikwa, Uganda Last night,when you told me you still love me. I felt it, the stirrings of my grizzled heart beat. I knew that under all the hate and pain I still love
Rebabedi (11)
By Ayanda Xaba, South Africa ‘No woman, no cry’ chants Bob Marley through Kwena’s radio. Kwena is a Bob Marley fanatic and a lover of raggae music in gener