The Book and Its Cover

By Sunday Eyitayo Michael I walked around, neatly tucked in, Trouser to my belly and my bible to my chest As I sang ‘Hallelujah’, heading for church- again Then a cry from a corner halted me It was Emeka, the class’ bad boy, saying the Lord’s Prayer in tears Unknowingly, tears began to rush down…

Nameless

By Sunday Eyitayo Michael His name was- I needn’t tell you Cos you won’t know him even if I did I don’t know it either He was not like Gates, Jackson or Mandela He was nameless, a nobody. I watched his wretched wife weeping and cursing Like that was all she lived to do Actually,…

Who Am I?

Am I the soldier who never fought, the heart that was never broken abroad? Am I the TV that broadcasts visions of a world deranged? A dream that never came true, that spitting image of a fake you, An empty promise that was never seen through. Will it suit me if I love and hate,…

Saleeha Idrees Bamjee

Saaleha is a freelance writer, photographer and designer. She has an MA in Creative Writing from Rhodes University. Her poetry has appeared in several South African literary journals. She lives and works in the south of Johannesburg. Saleeha’s beautiful, and at times delicious, work can be found here, on her website.

Too Many Readers and Too Few Books

The birth of Community Micro Libraries By Sophie Alal September 21st was a gloriously sunny morning in Gulu. It had rained heavily the previous evening, and storm clouds continued to threaten the signing of an agreement between United Youth Entertainment and Deyu African. The conclusion of the agreement later in the afternoon gave UYE stewardship…

Books

By Sandra Aol Oh! All these books. You should see how my face looks, it is as if it had been held by hooks, exactly like those of crooks. But then, when I think about the cooks and the cleaners, who never had a chance at these books, I forget my looks, hooks, crooks, and…

Street Lights

By Sandra Aol On the streets you will see lights, when you walk at night, you see them shine so bright, and everything seems right. But when you are out of sight you shall feel the fright, then you will need all your might because there will be a fight, where there are no street…

Lend Me Wings

By Kaigo Betty Wise words whispered into a weary ear are but salt in a fresh wound. The means is the end. Mama’s wise words, Walk, walk my child. Mama; I want to fly, lend me wings I want to fly. I want to skip stones, stumps, traps. I want none of; blisters, blood, anger,…