Posted by Makewana | Nov 23, 2015 | Literary works, Short story |
The headache that had been bothering me since ma’s death over a decade earlier had gone away. The head that felt so heavy to carry felt light on this day. The sun rays that peeped through the window of my bedroom made it clear...
Read MorePosted by Makewana | Nov 23, 2015 | Guest Feature |
In July this year, the Story Club invited renowned Zimbabwean novelist and film maker, Tsitsi Dangarembga, to an arts festival held in Lilongwe. Makewana’s Daughters were privileged to be amongst those who were called to...
Read MorePosted by Makewana | Nov 23, 2015 | Literary terms |
This is when syllables in a word, or words in a sentence, are deliberately re-arranged. It may be because the writer wants to create a comic effect, or because the sentence develops a particular rhythm that the writer is looking...
Read Moreby Asante Lucy Mtenje Yes, your eyes will bulge and even pop out of their socket, when what’s left of my tongue darts out those words, those words that should have pinned you to the wall, to the ground, before you pinned...
Read Moreby Asante Lucy Mtenje The thirsty kisses of red, black, green, silver, yellow bumpers, lined and scattered across the parched earth like patches of a worn out quilt.
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