Gods love a good party, and it is the scribe spirit’s duty to record everything: heavenly decrees, the songs of the angels, and even the gossip the harmattan spirits and sandstorms whisper to each other as they kiss. Anansi’s cousin, the spirit of drunkenness, who once lived on the earth as a human, tells the … Read more
And the Lord said unto Satan, Behold, all that he hath is in thine power; only upon himself put not forth thine hand… Job 1: 12 The village of Kamadzi was the capital city’s underprivileged neighbour. One only had to drive a couple of miles outside Lilongwe before reaching the indistinct dirt road that branched … Read more
Minika stacks her waist beads one after the other. Red coral on eel-bone on bronze. Strength on wisdom on luck. She layers on the traits and breathes out the tying song in her low, gruff voice. The waistbeads sit on her low waist, over the bulge of her stomach. She fingers the beads reverently; she … Read more
The appeasement ceremony happens on a Wednesday morning. You don’t know that you’re lost. You will never know. Your Gogo and Mama stand under that baobab tree, the one where you had your first kiss stolen by a boy you will never remember, the one where you played nhodo with a friend who later tries … Read more
You The tents and stalls are alive, and so is the ground beneath your feet. They rotate, shift, and spin, like chess pieces on a chessboard moved by invisible hands, until once again, you are thrust into unfamiliar territory. You grit your teeth in frustration. Seconds ago, you had found the Shaman’s tent, now it … Read more
Acacia fell ill with an unknown illness. She was vomiting excessively and could not stand on her feet for more than a few seconds. She wished she could lie down for the rest of her life. Yet, no matter how much she rested, her condition did not improve. She was also thirsty, her throat parched, … Read more
I have a confession. I did something, something you would have probably disowned me for had you found out before you died. *** About six months ago, I woke up and my legs were heavy. It felt like I would sink into the ground, or even below that. Try as I did, I could not … Read more
shhhk… shhhk… clop… shhhk… clop… Planting its hooves into the gritty asphalt, the goat stiffened into a mannequin as it was being pulled by its horns. The sky was a deep cobalt when Vusi, a 40-year-old man with a stern face, dragged his gift from Lupane; proof that the village had been nice to him. … Read more
I smell the imminence of my death. ‘’Finally!’ Today, we graduate from arwate girls to saale women ready for marriage. My fellow initiates beam, all of them looking forward to being 5th wives. But for me, death by the Miilika, to see Mama again, is utopia, as compared to a forcible wedlock. The promise of … Read more