By Godfrey Sephala Kalanke It is after midnight and several hours have passed since the ordeal, but I am still very angry at Mike the mechanic. Of late I have come to feel like I am just letting people do as they wish with me and my property. My late uncle once got very irritated... Continue Reading →
By Cynthia Thanda Dear Dunya, I spent countless hours drafting this letter. I didn't even know whether to pen it as a letter or as a poignant entry within my diary's sacred pages. You are well aware of my lifelong ardour for the written word and my aspiration to be Amir Nour. Alas, fate took... Continue Reading →
By Boago Benedict Samakabadi Raisin Mafora Chabatsotlhe was worried. When the first discernible lightning cracked a while ago, something activated in his brain, automatically and subconsciously. Thunder, in muzzled tones, grumbled out of rhythm with the crack of the lightning, yet still in oneness with it. The teacher was unmoved by this commonplace sequence of... Continue Reading →
By Laone J. Mangwa I used to think fate was my friend. I used to think I understood its fickle ways. Not anymore. Last year was the first Christmas I spent without the loves of my life. When spring arrived, instead of blossoming with the rest of the flowers, I wilted and fell into this... Continue Reading →
Petlwana Journal of Creative Literature and the Arts 