Mheho.

Translated by Xithembiso Miyambo. When I was 9 years old I had friends and some of them bullied me but they were my friends so it was fine. I thought. My mom always said people can love you and still hate you and that’s okay. So I didn’t make a fuss about it. But I [...]

An account.

By Mark. “I hope you have time because there’s something I need to tell you”... that is not the answer I expected. After close to two years of trying to find the right words, the right moment. That was the answer I got? I wasn’t brave enough to say anything else though, I didn’t even [...]

Her.

I remember back in the day when gossip was so popular and shunned upon because of how people used it. They used it to taint people's names. Invent stories about other people, to express their rage with that person, sometimes to even express jealousy. Gossip was used to name and shame people. It was most [...]

Kin.

By Mark. I didn’t know what to say to him but I knew I wanted to speak to him. I was drawn to him. This has been happening for four months. A word that comes to mind when I think about him is “darkness”. He didn’t look evil, or strange but he was always alone. [...]

Sick Leave.

It wasn’t that difficult to realise that I was the hot new guy in the complex. The signs were there, at least all of them. Random women saying ‘Hi’ to me all day long, more and more ladies found outside next to my duplex doing nothing, hell, even the guys here seemed to catch themselves [...]