EPIPHANY The sensual rhythm of thumping drums stirred the ancestors in their sealed graves awakening them from eternal slumber. Namalenga, the creator gathered...
Author - Wesley Macheso
Wesley Macheso, PhD, is a Malawian writer. He teaches literature at the University of Malawi to survive and he writes to live. His short story “This Land is Mine” is published in Water: new short story fiction from Africa (2016) by Short Story Day Africa. He won the 2015 Peer Gynt Literary Award in Malawi for his children’s book Akuzike and the Gods (2017). Some of his poems are anthologised in Wreaths for a Wayfarer (2020). His work can be read online on African Writer, Brittle Paper, Storymoja, The Kalahari Review, and Agbowo magazines. He edits for www.africanwriter.com and www.africainwords.com Twitter handle: @Wesleymax89
A Malawian Band, The Zomba Prison Project, has been honoured with a Grammy nomination. This news has sent waves of excitement among Malawians and other...
News of the prophet’s death reached near and far. He was one of those remarkable men whose deaths demanded special attention as tributes to their remarkable...
In Our Sister Killjoy, the Ghanaian writer, Ama Ata Aidoo, domesticates the novel as a strategy for decolonization by re-presenting the “story of Africa”:...
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Jo’burg became my poison. We first witnessed the glamour of the city of light glimmering in the eyes of Zuze when he sauntered around the village in his “been...
“Later that night I held an atlas in my lap ran my fingers across the whole world and whispered where does it hurt? it answered everywhere everywhere...
So you decided to follow death in Jo’burg as if we haven’t seen enough of him here? As if the monster hasn’t tormented us enough, soaking us in total shame...
WAITING TABLES We sail across the ocean to sell smiles and shine tiles. Bold girls with bottomless eyes make violent love to shiny poles under dim lights and...
A Masquerade of Spirits Behind the mask he is a spirit channelling messages from the gods to the perplexed audience dazzled by his darts. Manifesting the rage...
Madam and her husband lived on Rhodes Avenue in the heart of Parktown West. The servant’s quarter was just about ten yards from the master bedroom. This...
Telling Stories The land comes to life when the sun goes to sleep. The orange glow in the sky at dusk lightens up sable faces worn but pregnant with...
