Micro 0122: Silence

It is silent here. Not 'absence of noise' silence. I can hear the Movement, slow and unchanging. I can hear crying. Someone is wailing. And yet it is silent, like laying still under dead earth where you cannot hear the sound of birds or the voices of family that just threw dirt over your body.... Continue Reading →

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Micro 0119: Welcome

Welcome. Your mother told you not to join a gang. But here you are, foolish rebel. You have romanticized this moment but it is not going to turn out the way you think. You need to stop watching movies. There is no information in there that will tell you the truth. We live hard lives,... Continue Reading →

Thankful to all my subscribers

The African Literature Magazine on Flipboard has gone from strength to strength. What a journey! Thank you for being a part of the journey in 2014 and for continuing strong into 2015. With 15,491 subscribers catching up on stories coming out of Africa, it is easy to forget where we started. With humble beginnings in... Continue Reading →

Micro 0112: Through the Yellow Door

The hallway was empty. The clean floor, polished by years of moping rags and stomping feet, reflected the cool, crisp early morning light through the glass door that marked its end. The brightly coloured doors that separated adjoining rooms from the hallway entombed the sleeping girls, who floated on the last vestiges of their dreams.... Continue Reading →

The Struggle Factor

There is nothing so unappealing to me as the struggling artist. I know that many do, but can I say that I don't like it? When there are so many examples of artists that have been able to 'get there' I just cannot understand the appeal. That being said, I know that so many compromises... Continue Reading →

Micro 0107: Bad Dream

Once upon a time a young man met a young lady. In his presence, she effervesced and he was run over by his emotions into the dream of romance. In her words he found comfort and the missing companion with whom he could share his innermost being. You see, this young man carried great pain... Continue Reading →

Not so hard, is it?

The hardest part about being a writer is that you have to write. The easiest part about being a writer is that you have to write. Don't challenge me, my friend. I have written 8000+ words in one day. Good words that I did not edit out. So I know I can hammer out a... Continue Reading →

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