By Dorcas B. Molefe The Fish Eagle radio newscaster Kantejang Kantejang announced on the 19:00 news that the Form 5 examination results were out. His voice was warm and pleasant. I had longed for their release but the announcement gave my heart a louder, faster beat and my head felt heavier than before. The newscaster’s... Continue Reading →
By Valentine Butale The rain poured down relentlessly on the dark, empty alleyways that hid within Francistown's gridded streets and rows of storefronts. In one of the alleys, behind a fried chicken place, Neo sat in the front passenger seat of a Francistown Central Police Service Chevrolet Cruz, gawking through the windscreen at her fellow... Continue Reading →
By Boletilemang Gabokgatlhe I study my two sisters and my nephew, one by one. We are sitting around an open fire having our breakfast of motogo, home-made bread, boiled eggs and tea. The June morning is somehow harsh and uninviting. The atmosphere is loaded with dread, guilt and sadness. Except for the incessant barking of... Continue Reading →
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 