Sydney Majoko
Apollo There were no girls in our group of cattle herders. It was just us, the boys. When we went down to the river to bathe, there were no Continue Reading
Africa e Las Américas' Writers' Blog
Apollo There were no girls in our group of cattle herders. It was just us, the boys. When we went down to the river to bathe, there were no Continue Reading
The following is a selection of flash fictions originally published in Fenómenos de circo (Páginas de Espuma, 2011). Primero está la versión en español, and then is the translation in English by Continue Reading
EVENING TEA WITH THE DEAD She did not know where to find god. Maybe he was inside the cockroaches that trooped in her house at night like an army Continue Reading
“Our correspondent in Gaza has confirmed that the suicide bomber who killed five Palestinian martyrs was a twenty five year old Jew…
When a stone hit the roof of his house with a thunderous clatter, Mr Adams knew they had come for him.
The Transfiguration I am thinking of how to tell my mother that she is a bad woman; that she did not raise me well. The woman with a bleached face Continue Reading
When the woman gets the rejection letter for her green card application, she rips it twice…
The little girl climbs up the shelves between the bottles of alcohol and peroxide…
You telephoned your friend Siphiwe to tell her about the rally, how all the ministers’ wives were expected to attend…
The baby lay on its side, smelling of newness… She was a miracle baby.