At one point, in the evening of the day of the funeral, when most of the guests had left and only mostly family remained, lounging in the sitting room with their 4th or 5th bottle of Club beer of the evening, my mother asked me to bring some more fried chicken for her and my aunt, and when I went into the kitchen to get it myself, my brother followed me. I was alone in the kitchen, and when I …
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My teacher came as promised. She was a young woman in her early twenties called Miss Jenny, and although she was very sweet and patient, it was rough at first. I couldn’t grasp what she was …
“Why is everyone afraid of you?” I asked again, drawing their attention. “You weren’t,” she hedged. “You kept bothering me until I gave in.” I laughed. “That is why I don’t understand. You have good energy.” …
My internal nervous wreck was not over. I listened with half an ear as Mr Anderson bombarded us with stories about the mines and how much better he was doing than all the neighbours’ mines. I …
When they were ready to leave, my mother patted the space on the bed next to her and invited me to come and sit closer. “How have the bedroom activities between you and your husband been?” …
Two months and two weeks after I became a wife, my mother and aunt came to visit. They gushed over the house, as I knew they would. My mother could hardly tear her eyes away from …
“Why don’t you like me?” I asked Nafisa sadly, moving closer instead. Her eyes widened, and she asked in surprise. “Is that what you think? That I don’t like you?” Her response confused me. She had …
Rama drew my attention away from the mirror. “One of the boys will bring your luggage soon, and then you can refresh yourself in the bathroom and get some re—” She paused as if she just …
I was excited about my new life. My mother and aunt had told me how enjoyable marriage was going to be and I was looking forward to it. It was nice to ride in a private …
I was eleven years old when I met my husband. He was thirty-seven years old, and I was going to be his third wife and the youngest he had ever selected for a wife. That made …
Written by Nobuhle . N Nyoni She picked up the phone and typed, ‘Hi Mandla. I am sorry for ignoring you. The past few days have been emotionally draining for me. I went in for my …