Category: RCA In-House

Pieces and short stories by RCA’s in-house writers.

RCA In-House

“It Works For Me”

By Damali of Kyanjja Girls are very special. Difficult to say the least but they are special in their make. We had been at a picnic – just the three of us. Best friends since Buganda Road Primary School, even though I think Mariam and Jjuko were closer to each other. I did not mind. I had no time to […]

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A Human Stamp

By Damali from Kyanjja “Look, Carol, if you are going to be all feminist and insist on a BOB instead of a real man, atleast have a child. I can help you with that.” Kyazze was one of my newly found friends; you’d think we had known each other for decades but really, it was only a few weeks of […]

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Friday 13th

By Damali of Kyanjja: If you flirt with the devil you should be ready to sleep with him, or that is what they say. Who “they” are is a different matter and a discussion I cannot indulge. But, and this is important, there is no rule that if you flirt with the devil you should sleep with him, unless of […]

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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 me. “Thank you,” I said. “Will I see you tomorrow,” he asked. “Tomorrow?” Surprised by his question, I turned to slip back into my […]

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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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