By Goitseone Raphael Francistown, 1997 The same dream haunted me every morning. Papa would appear without warning, smiling warmly, lifting me effortlessly into his arms. In those moments, everything felt perfect, but then the alarm would blare, tearing me away from him. I slammed the clock, but the damage was done. The warmth of Papa’s... Continue Reading →
By Dimpho Leatile “For nothing is hidden that will not be made manifest, nor is anything secret that will not be known and come to light.” –Luke 8:17. ~*~*~*~ 05:34 Just before the sixth hour of that Monday morning, when the sun was still stroking Gaborone’s eastern horizon and the city had not yet begun... 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 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 