The Bet – Femi Agunbiade

‘You can’t,’ I told him.
‘Of course, I can!’
‘Sizwe, you can’t be serious.’
‘But I am,’ he replied, firmly. Continue reading

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Tuesday Shorts: A Sun In July – Flow Wellington

Malume Simon sat on the front stoep of his old house every morning to watch the sun filter its way through the skyscrapers. In his younger years, the landscape looked completely different to this concrete high-rise, but he knew that even this was just another slow advancement to a new world. Continue reading

Hello, my name Drugs – Mohamed Abdirahman

I destroy homes, tear families apart, take your children and this is just the start.

I am more costly than diamonds, more than gold, the sorrow I bring is not a sight to behold.

And if you need me, remember I’m easily found, I live all around you, in schools and in town.

I live with the rich, I live with the poor I live down the street and may be next door.

My power is awesome; try me, you’ll see, but if you do you may never break free.

Just try me once and I might let you go, but try me twice, and I’ll own your soul.

When I possess you, you’ll steal and you’ll lie.

You”ll do what you have to do just to get high.

The crime you commit, for my narcotic charms will be worth the pleasure you’ll feel in my arms.

You’ll lie to your mother and you’ll steal from your dad.

Yet when you see their tears, you’ll feel sad.

You’ll forget your morals and how you were raised because I’ll teach you my ways.

I take kids from parents, and parents from kids. I turn people away from God and separate friends.

I’ll take everything from you, your looks and pride and I’ll be with you, always by your right side.

You’ll give up everything, your family, your friends, your money and you’ll be alone.

I’ll take, take and take until you have nothing more to give.

When I’m finished with you with, you’ll be lucky to live.

If you try me be warned this is not a game.

If given the chance I’ll drive you insane.

I’ll ravish your body and I’ll control your mind.

I’ll own you completely, your soul will be mine.

I’ll give you nightmares while lying in bed, you’ll hear voices from inside your head.

Oh the sweats, the shakes and the visions you’ll see, these are all gifts from me.

But then it’s too late, and you’ll know in your heart, that you are mine, and we shall not part.

You’ll regret trying me, they always do, but you came to me, not I to you.

You knew this would happen.

Many times you were told, but you choose to be bold and challenged my power.

You could have said no and just walked away.

If you could live that day over, now what would you say?

I’ll be your master, you’ll be my slave, I’ll even go with you, when you go to your grave.

Now that you have met me, what will you do?

Will you try me or not?

It’s all up to you.

I can bring you more misery than words can tell.

Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell.

About Mohamed Abdirahman

 

The Noluthando Buthelezi Collection

I think it was Hazel Fasaha who first shared a post about Noluthando but it was only after her Sibongile Fisher shared the same post, followed by congratulations that I finally clicked o on Noluthando’s profile. The shared post was about her nomination at the Esther Women in the Kingdom Awards, for the significant role that her voice has played in the arts and the media. Continue reading

Tuesday Shorts: The Coldest Winter – Flow Wellington

My grandmother’s house was always warm, even in the coldest winter. Simmering pots with hearty meals would permiate the small rooms and steam up the windows. It often felt like we were in a wood cabin surrounded by snowy mountains with an indoor fire raoring in the corner. But we were home, living a so-called modern life in an old neighbourhood. Continue reading

Tuesday Shorts: Black Girl Missing – Noluthando Buthelezi

She drags her feet all across the other side of the room to reach out for the framed portrait of Nalumu. She places it closely to her chest, takes a deep gasp and limps back careful enough to not slip before lashing onto the arm of her rocking chair. She has sat there since the morning, seemingly cold and distanced from reality. Her eyes staring blankly at the screen, by then she had already muted the lady on the television.

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