Bougainvillea Boy
When my father says that I’m almost as handsome as him outside in midday heat with mirthful eyes and a…
Stories
Ijeoma
March 2021 Hi. My name is Ijeoma, and this is the story of my life. Or, I guess I should…
Mama Graon what have we done?
Written in response to the Tonga volcano eruption and reaction from the Vanuatu volcanoes
needlework
the body that I love lives somewhere between the 3rd and 4th surgeries. before venom coarsed its veins, pursuing survival once…
The Story of a Wounded healer
The usual beeps and toots emanated from the Boyle’s apparatus, the machine delivering anaesthesia which was at the head of…
The Long Way Home
I suppose a third miscarriage warrants a tropical vacation. I suppose when you have been waiting in vain for a…
Vagina Diaries
There’s a kind of pain that strikes and dies at the speed of a blink. You’ll still feel its sharpness.…
Small-Town Sanity: Creating a Place to Heal in Aotearoa
I once did not feel a sense of belonging in Aotearoa. When you belong somewhere, you can plant your feet…
A Familiar Disquiet
A prayer call pierced the cool evening air. It had rained, and the street outside was washed clean of the…
Remember To Rest Issue 3
Remember To Rest is a collection curated by guest editors Jo Maenzanise, Roopa Farooki and Kevin Mwachiro, in response to…
Speaking In Tongues
Inky skies glowed blue at the horizon, and the fish and chip shop slouched in the wide main street. One…
The Kite
The basant party is the first event Khalida attends as a wife. As a mistress, daytime invitations were seldom extended…
Have Mercy
Kingston, Jamaica
Fault Lines
‘Floods’ is the word they use, but in fact it is not flooding; it is remembering. Remembering where it used…
The Stars and the Scars
There is an object on the floor. I am not sure what to do with it. I would like to…
Thandiwe
‘Ali na ng’anda yu nana ofuna lini kumvwa m’lilimo waleza.’ She with a leaking roof, does not want to hear…