Turquoise Effect

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By Katleho She lay sprawled across their bed; her smooth shaven legs competing with the silk sheets as the dim light hit them both at a favourable angle. She’d already positioned her hand in the corner where most of the silk had gathered and premeditated how she was going to strangle that bundle to try […]
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Wanja

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By Chediac Higashi Wanja walked quickly, the stones on the road poking her through her thin-soled shoes. The air was merely cool but because of the pace at which she walked it became cold against her skin, nipping at her nose and cheeks. Despite this, Wanja was sweating. Her armpits were moist and itchy, this was […]
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Half Truths

By Haki …Fear She is afraid of being judged. She wants to confront the riots of feeling taking place within her. She wants to un-wall her heart and set free the betrayal and disgust she felt.  She is a puddle of a person now. Still, she floats in her fear by the grace of the […]
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Blandish

By Cisi Eze I C E, Nigeria “MAY I KISS YOU?” She rushed those words out in one breath. She was shy. Smoking a wrap of weed had not emboldened her. As though her shyness were contagious, you blushed and tore your gaze away. “Aww, shit,” you whispered as you ran your fingers through your […]
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Nyelethi (short story)

*Trigger warning: abelist language by NYAR Afrika “Are you okay?” I ask her as I gently kiss her neck. “mmh” she mumbles, her mind seemingly far away. “You are thinking of your husband again.” She goes unnaturally still in my arms. “No” she blatantly lies. “I am thinking about us.” That surprises me. She never […]
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Dry Weeping

This is a piece from our publication called Emergence download it  here. By Chantelle Gray van Heerden I am smoking, half-running to make the bus, when I first see her. I think for a moment she is moving towards the window but, when I stop, she is a mannequin like any other. Except for that […]
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