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You Wouldn't Listen to a Madman
You wouldn’t listen to a madman With a shrill outburst, powerful And sudden, like a flurry of crow
wings And voice just as loud, burying The silence of rummage, escaping The grime of earth, and seized In a solitary moment. What do you know about truth? Nay,...
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Space | Masande Ntshanga | Caine Prize 2015 Shortlist
Masande Ntshanga’s Space is a story that, on face value,
doesn’t have much in it. Its title and opening paragraph are suggestive of an
extraterrestrial tale. However, it settles into a story about a group of
juveniles (CK, Thando, Thobela, and the unnamed n...
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The Sack | Namwali Serpell | Caine Prize 2015 Shortlist
Namwali Serpell’s The Sack is an enigmatic story,
revealing itself from alternating points of view—that of a narrator, and of
‘the man’. It is set in Zambia, and is about an uneasy friendship or
comradeship between two men, Jacob and Joseph (one is simply n...
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The Folded Leaf | Segun Afolabi | Caine Prize 2015 Shortlist
The sixteenth Caine Prize for
African Writing shortlist was recently announced, and as usual, bloggers give
their thoughts on the stories. I begin with The Folded Leaf by Segun Afolabi, who in fact won the Caine Prize in 2005. The
Folded Leaf is about membe...
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Open City | Teju Cole
To read Teju Cole’s Open City is to experience an unnerving
metamorphosis. I picked it up knowing that it comes highly rated in literary
circles, and, as it is often the case, a cloud of expectation weighed upon me.
Like many, I was captivated by the lyrica...
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Why am I awake?
Something moved outside. He felt rather
than heard it. Couldn’t be the pre-dawn chill—it’s
mostly hot in Garissa— but he felt cold. He peered
through the windowpane, at dry and dusty terrain. Could it
be the Muslims, up early for the Morning Prayer? He caug...
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In the Midst of Early Spring
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midst of early spring, Of less rain and more sun, And bright beams of new fun, Fervently he hopes it's not a fling, Short as summer's gay and joy, With its blushes and smiles coy. He relishes the fresh gush of spring air Rushing down his eager chest ...
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Life Times: Stories 1952-2007 | Nadine Gordimer
Something disruptive always
happens towards the end of a year. Should you venture to check my previous
post, you may be astonished to discover the date—October 2014. Yes, that’s
right. How is that even possible? And how does one return to a neglected blog w...
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101 Pluto Street | Short Story
Rain splattered across the patio
of an old-style bungalow, its windy and slapdash whistling disrupting a dull
order in the array of garden chairs and a wooden table. Rhythmic gusts of wind
lifted a chair or two off balance. They teetered at an angle before ...
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July's People | Nadine Gordimer
Esoteric. The word came ringing in
my head with every paragraph and page I weaved through in July’s People (1981) by 1991 Nobel Prize for Literature winner, the
late Nadine Gordimer. As I paused to reflect on many a cryptic (I have seen
some say ambiguous) ...
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