Author: Asante Mtenje

by 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...

by 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.  

by Asante Lucy Mtenje                  It haunts me still, long after I have expunged the guilty pleasure of the velvety touch of the cold yet warm satin on my skin. Damn, the futility of shutting out lingering thoughts of...

By Asante Lucy Mtenje   In her shoes, those shoes, those two sizes too big, worn out “kanavasi” she drags along to the dumpsters to rummage through the wilting, rusty banana and mango peels, disregarding the stench and the...