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  • Hamburger or Bridge?

    By Lumumba Mthembu
    The open lecture you attended during your last days with Bear must have made a deep impression because the tentative attempts you have since made to become lucid in your dreams have not gone unnoticed by your eagle-eyed housekeeper.     
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  • New Fafi

    By Lemeeze Davids
    The answer beyond the deep blue heavens, The Assembly take up as – ONE, in his sickening uncastrated power gig, would be any governmental official in their sexy scandals and sports car mansions – a strict hand on an apocalypse to be
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  • Rising consciousness

    By Tinyiko Mabasa
    Sometimes sitting on top of molehill is no help at all. Particularly, if what you look for is not anywhere nearby, not even at the last ends of farm you reside at. Sometimes spending time seated on top of the
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  • Dear ______   I have been reading, thinking, rereading and rethinking through what you wrote, and trying to find a way to respond. At the same time, I have been ploughing through Paul Gilroy’s After Empire that you recommended, noting
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  • The Reader

    By Lindiwe Nkutha
    This week couldn’t have been shittier even if Satan had designed it with the sole intention of torturing me. First my mother, now KG, just when I was trying to do everything by the book. I’m really good at reading
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  • Our Story

    By Chimezie Ihekuna
    It was a beautiful Saturday morning… Catherine was sitting on her favorite Master-sized sofa, the largest one in the living room; fully relaxed and full of life. Her husband, Richard, was in the kitchen dishing out his food to eat
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  • Driving Anxieties

    By Dave Mann
    I’ve never been a confident driver. This is not to say that I’m an awful driver – I do fairly well on the roads and have yet to have an accident with another vehicle – but I am quite anxious behind the
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  • Prison to Prism: A Journey Home

    By Denise Y. Fielding
    ‘Border’!   The word stands glaring at me as I scan the ‘Irish Times’. My platelets of perception do a quick realignment.         I live temporarily near the ‘Border’ of which they speak in Ireland but there is no resonance with, no
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