Category: Short Stories

My skyline is a view of unfinished flats: Cracks on the wall, jutting iron rods on the side, clothes drying on the line. Below the flats: clogged ditches

I scroll the TV. I have Netflix and Showmax and I still have nothing to watch. I sort of feel like those women who have a wardrobe full

She was rosy cheeked and healthy. Giggling and happy. She was not the kind of kid who cried throughout the night or the type who didn’t eat. She

Dark clouds stared down at Mephosa’s auntie while she swept the compound. She kept stealing glances at her brother, Lerato who was seated on a three legged stool

There is very little happiness and laughter here, everybody is miserable because every day we wake up to the same thing. Nothing ever seems to change, it’s the

Disclaimer: There are people who are offended by sex, sexual acts and explicit words. This piece might not be for you. Purity opened the door to find her

Rosa stood at the balcony watching John play with the other kids. You couldn’t tell that he was raised by a single mother by looking at him.

I should have listened to my friend Shila when she told me that when your mother-in-law is too good to you there is usually something wrong with the