Iqhawe Ring: Ep 1

Mulenga arrived at the gates of, 'House of love orphanage centre', on a thunderous morning. If not for elder Margarets routine of opening House of Love's gates to the needy on the daily, Mulenga would never have survived the rains. Even without a note attached to the chitenge that kept Mulenga warm, Elder Margaret rushed... Continue Reading →

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3 Apes

""Movement in the town!" One of the guards yelled signalling to master. "Movement? What kind of movement?" Master asked without a glimpse of worry or panic. "An angry mob, headed straight for us" replied the panic stricken guard. Master casually walked towards his balcony, avoiding the open blinds that provided him with light to read.... Continue Reading →

3 Apes

The three apes stood face, to face, to face, silent, as if focused on their communal breathe more than anything else as they awaited Thoko's directive to have unparalleled fun. "Bruce, meet us by the tower when you accomplish the task" Thoko air out his directive as a way to dismiss the meeting. Bruce ever... Continue Reading →

Why I Write

Because the voices in my head need a canvas to draw on. The end! It's kind of like being possessed, have you been possessed? Too much, okay let me tell you how it starts. It starts as an idea, a word that leaches itself onto my brain. Initially it's harmless, like a feather in the... Continue Reading →

Ulupwa #4 (Family)

Manda hill bridge, Addis Ababa road... "Nsangu, why are we back here?" A peeved Bongo raised his hands in frustration at his steel and earth surroundings. "You've never heard the saying, third times the charm, have you?" Nsangu chuckled over his shoulder, towards a worn down Bongo. "We are looking for missing kids, wouldn't you... Continue Reading →

Ulupwa #1 (Family)

Bongo lay flat on his bed, wide eyed, starring at the support beams that hang where the ceiling boards should. Dreaming of baggy tank tops that left very little to the imagination as his sculptured body walked around malls. No longer burdened by folds of flesh. Bongo imagined his perfect body, broad swimmers shoulders, biceps... Continue Reading →

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