Fiction

Abigail George: Diary of an Invasion

The future of seawater towards immortality, dust singing of sick birds. My sister was the former, and I, the latter. The night air clandestine and spiritual. Your country, in faraway Johannesburg, is a haunted land filled with the proverbial thirst. The measures of longing. Of dying to belong to feast and the imperative. Every broken family is filled with cracks in their system. Their lungs...

Obinna Nwachukwu: Banga Stew

At first, she never had any problem with the man. She never for once laughed at the size of his head or lent her voice when the other cleaners were talking about his stomach and how it looked like that of a woman who was seven months pregnant. She had never liked him really, but she had never disliked him either. To her, he’d just existed. Just like the man she had seen on her way to work that...

Shannon Kenny: The Funeral Singer

I don’t advertise much. The functions I get to organise come from word of mouth recommendations. And when it comes to finding singers for funerals, I always offer the same advice to my clients: Don’t rely on the congregation to carry the music. Yes, have an instrumentalist but do have a soloist – a proper singer. Someone reliable who’ll hold it together and sing the introductory hymn, so-and-so’s...