I look at the menu, turning every page and fighting the urge to offer Jenny helpful suggestions on what to eat. I stop myself as it would make me what I seek to forget, and I am not that person anymore. At least so I tell myself… [10mins]
In collaboration with Writivism.
As a young girl in college, Anna followed the latest fashion trends. Our nails were covered in shockingly bright pink nail varnish, absolute white, screaming reds, and ultra-fashionable black and gold… [6mins]
Kidogo was a hurricane; Sunshine, a pastor’s daughter. Both followed a strict diet of water, mandazies, Sunday School and each other’s secrets… [8mins]
Theresa stared anxiously at the grey-haired physician who seemed in no hurry to break the silence. Instead, he returned her stare calmly, while the pages detailing her test results wilted between his damp fingers… [4mins]
An excerpt from Frances Mensah Williams’ latest novel.
I arise before the sun begins its westward journey, before the roosters sing their morning assertions, before Ahmed steals back to Alhaja’s compound next door… [3mins]
When you sit on a bench in Main Mall, Gaborone, you will see many things: two girls in matching tops holding hands, their faces turned to each other to trade girlish whispers… [2mins]
The summer I turned nine, my father surprised us all by announcing that he would be taking motorcycle lessons the following week. At the time, my brother and I were slurping spaghetti from our dinner plates, and my mother was spooning sweetcorn from the pot in her hands… [20mins]
I went to see him today. I sat on the cold white tiles and ignored the thick stone in my throat as I looked at the words. They looked back at me, cold, unmoved, impersonal. White letters curved in black granite; they tell me nothing… [6mins]
Kuso’s tongue likes it here. High up, parked on the roof of Allawaah’s mouth. It’s his most favourite spot on Allawaah’s body, if he has to be exclusive. The cliff of her nose too, if he doesn’t… [8mins]