Paul was staring at his phone with incredulity. “No, you bloody sod! I just want to change our travel dates!” he was screaming. Sweat was beginning to bead on his forehead. Lerato watched him pace the …
Author: Malaka
The phone rang at ten o’clock that morning just as it had for the last two days. Khalid was calling again; and he would call again at four that afternoon and finally at nine at night. …
The moon was just beginning to wane from the night sky when Khalid gently shook Lera awake. Hers had been a deep, blissful sleep – a fantasy that shielded her from the reality that was hurtling …
“Lerato Miriam Gqukani. Do you remember when you introduced yourself to your mates in class five?” “Yes – but I still don’t know why you were there. You were a year ahead of me.” “I was …
A heavily perspiring Fan Ice seller peddled enthusiastically up to “To God Be the Glory.” “Ice cream!” Cecilia squealed feverishly. “Bra. Come! God, it’s hot, isn’t it Lera?” The brawny young seller mopped sweat off his …
This week Nana and I were invited to join Michel Martin, host of NPR’s Tell Me More for a follow up discussion on the blog and where it stands today. Our friend (and I use this …
“Baby, can you tell them to make your hair straight this time?” “Hun, we’ve gone over this so many times. My hair just won’t DO that.” “It will if you get a qualified hairdresser instead of …
In three swift moves, Paul gave the bellhop a £5.00 note, all but pushed him out of the door and scooped Lera up in the rock hard bicep of his left arm. This is the way …
“Ms. Gqukani, they’re ready for you in the decision room now.” “Thank you.” Lerato stood and smoothed out her navy pencil skirt. She smiled at the pretty redhead who had butchered her surname. At least she …
Secret recollections of Lerato permeated every corner of Khalid’s home. A perfect pink ribbon that had once fallen out of her hair sat in his sock drawer. A blurry 3 x 5 picture of her junior …