Follow, Follow – RJ Mustafa

Follow, Follow RJ Mustafa “Hey, ready to go?” Aziz dropped the tube hidden between his fingers at the sudden interruption. His heart fluttering behind the wine-coloured button-up he’d chosen for tonight, he clasped his eyes shut for a moment. Campus should have been...

All Was Well Until It Wasn’t – Raheem Omeiza

All Was Well Until It Wasn’t Raheem Omeiza There aren’t many things I hate more than the rush that surrounds the Maghrib prayer. The correct time for Maghrib is tricky: dusk, but not the beginning of dusk because that is too early, but also not at night when...

How Human It Is to Be Hungry – Jae Eason

How Human It Is to Be Hungry Jae Eason Chicken bones rest scattered on a plate, surrounded by the crumbs of a newly eaten steak. Cherry Kool-Aid stained lip-shaped on the side of the cup; artificial red remnants pool in its base. A pecan pie slice sits on the side of...

This Black Body of Yours – Emmanuel Esomnofu

This Black Body of Yours Emmanuel Esomnofu I didn’t know how to be so youngand not belong anywhere, stuckamong so many perplexing melodies.– Philip Schultz You don’t want to know how it feels. Trust me, you don’t. The day has hardly begun and you’ve just entered...

The Jacket Seen on Tal Street – Ndawedwa Denga Hanghuwo

The Jacket Seen on Tal Street Ndawedwa Denga Hanghuwo Grace slipped off her heels and wore her flip flops. The last bell of the day had just rung and she was getting ready to walk home. She lived near Khomas High School in Windhoek, where she taught English. She was a...