There was nothing spectacular about watching the neighbour’s pool from the balcony of our fifth-floor flat. The scene below was nothing I hadn’t seen before— still, dark water that reflected no light from the mansion for which it was built, an indication of the absence of life in the big compound… [8mins]
Mandla and Siyanda’s partnership was founded on the shared premise that they were simply doing God’s work, profitably. They were now the most established and acclaimed Catholic funeral directors in Soweto… [15mins]
Uzoamaka arrived at her aunt’s house in the early evening. The yellow taxi pulled up in front of the black gate and honked twice to signal her arrival, a young boy not older than sixteen opened the gate from inside and the taxi drove into the small compound… [10mins]
Her cries for help were more loud whispers than they were screams. Almost as though she did not want the aid that would soon follow were they to be heard… [6mins]
“I have been waiting for you the whole morning. Let’s have a look at it,” Professor Viran Moodley said, directing Fazel to sit on the sofa opposite him. They were in the lounge of the professor’s small, isolated home in Croftdene, on the edge of the Silverglen Nature Reserve… [6mins]
Each time we sit cross-legged in the mosque to listen to the Sheik, like we are sitting today, there is a trembling that happens in my chest. It is as if the words he is saying are vibrating my heart and shaking my body and making me to be sweating… [2mins]
This story was published as the winner of our 2018 Valentine’s Day Competition.
Whilst February 14th means nothing to a large number of people in different communities across the world, if you’re reading this, you’ll probably know that it usually marks the day of chocolates, flowers and candle lit dinners…