By Lauri Kubuitsile Week 1 If you see her lying there you might think for a moment she’s sleeping; sleeping on the sandy bottom, her hair flowing in the water back and forth, back and forth, gently blowing in the watery breeze. She is still, locked in place by the stone tied at her waist... Continue Reading →
By Lauri Kubuitsile Kopano walks home along the dirt path from the power station through the staff houses, the whispers following him though it’s been a year already. When he comes nearer to them, the silence that ends their discussion is even worse. Sometimes he wants to stop and tell them everything so that the... Continue Reading →
Petlwana Journal of Creative Literature and the Arts 