Stories

Later, I hear feathers rustle inside  as annapakshis stomp along the border,  protesting in endless circles.  -- ‘Birds at the…

Everyone has the right to freedom of opinion and expression; this right includes freedom to hold opinions without interference and…

I have to start this piece with an event I want to forget the most. Whenever I discuss or write…

Do you see them? The fifth gate of grief is…‘ancestral grief’                  …

1. Don't Worry About a Thing Today begins with anticipation and reggae. Seven am. The last time I was up…

Shaheda holds the bag close to her chest to stop the shivers, folding her hands tightly around it. It is…

Like a Candlelight Struggling Against a Soft Breeze The name of the shop is Yori Yori Beauty Palace. I often…

Imbambazi Stashed in our wet residual memory, Mother walks with fast legs, Like mother hen on sighting an eagle up…

Rumah ibu   No home without the heart of the woman, the quivering keepsake of meat. Bury it beneath  …

We run free (For Ahmaud)   We run free inside ourselves Where the tread is sure and terrain is familiar In…

We didn’t know that’s what they were doing   When they first took our words  From the toddlers’ mouths,   Replacing babbles…

Listen. Become as quiet as the space between your ribs, so you can learn why trees wear their hair underground.…

Dear Nanozga,  Per Amama’s instruction, this letter should be something beautiful about what it means to be Zambian, from aunt…

They say to come again when I speak their language, When I can properly pronounce my vowels without overshadowing my…

‘Damn you, Annabeth!’  Mama came at me with an empty Pall Mall carton, twisted it in my face. I politely…

There’s a place I knew where my mother planted trees and children. All took root. The trees grew tall, straight,…