Philip Kobylarz is a teacher and writer of fiction, poetry, book reviews, and essays. He has worked as a journalist and film critic for newspapers in Memphis, TN. His work appears in such publications as Paris Review, Poetry, and The Best American Poetry series. The author of a book of poems concerning life in the south of France, he…
Julie Cairnie is an Associate Professor in the School of English and Theatre Studies at the University of Guelph (Canada). She teaches and researches southern African literature — with special interests in gender, sport, and childhood. Her academic and creative work is deeply informed by her experience as a temporary teacher in Mutorashanga (Zimbabwe) in…
We introduce ‘And the Rainbow Twisted’, a new short story by Belkacem Meghzouchene, an Algerian author (born October 18, 1979 in Aït Hamsi.) A geneticist by training, he has published his first novel, SOPHIA IN THE WHITE CITY (Editions l’Odyssée, Algeria, 2010), a premiere in French-prone Maghrebi country. In June 2011, he won the first award of…
We present ‘The Keeper of Family Peace’, a new short story by Rufaro Gwarada, a US-born Zimbabwean who spent the formative years of her life in Zimbabwe before moving back to the United States for college in 1999. She earned a bachelor’s degree from University of the Pacific and a master’s in Gender and Development…
We bring to you a new timely story from Fungai Rufaro Machirori, a Zimbabwean creative with a passion for the written word and photography. She is the Founder and Managing Editor of Her Zimbabwe (online at www.herzimbabwe.co.zw) , a platform to amplify Zimbabwean women’s voices online. Excerpt: Leading story. June 27 2014.…
The Jaguar Bus pulled up by the sides of Immigration offices at Katuna border post in Kabale District. Nancy, who was seated at the rear, got up from her seat as the bus turn-boy ordered everyone to make haste. She was now closer to home. She had replayed this scene in her mind countless times in the…
Mama wanted the hospital visits to stop, so she grumbled about this for days. At first, it seemed nobody in the family was listening to her. Then her youngest son Nwachi died. She grumbled louder. The hospital-going had to stop, she moaned, it had to stop. One morning, after breakfast, she slapped the hand of…
“This country is fucked up. What shit are they celebrating?” Mbatu nods towards the noisy bunch of students who have occupied every table in this open-air bar. They are singing and dancing as if someone just won a million dollars in the lottery. These are the boys and girls who say they have ‘swag’. Girls…
Fear has a taste. It is this metallic tang that floods my mouth as I quicken my steps. My heart is a frantic tattoo, my mouth impossibly dry. I swallow. My tongue glues itself to the roof of my mouth. I squeeze Fatima’s hand and feel her answering squeeze. My breaths slow. And then the…
It was a pleasure to read all the stories on the long list. The themes of the stories were varied however many reflected in different ways the realities of life in our societies. Spousal abuse; the apathy of civil servants; the torment of living to a very old age; were some of the themes tackled…
