We would like to invite African writers, or writers with a relevant connection to African Fantasy and Science Fiction, to explore the theme from an angle of their choosing, and submit their initial abstracts for consideration asap. Here is some food for thought, though it should not restrict your own ideas: The socio-political impact of [...]
We didn’t notice the storm as it gathered. We were too busy taking in the magnificent African landscape, my binoculars perched on my nose. Watching the elephants, I had been so intent on watching the animals by the river that I hadn’t noticed the darkening skies. When we set out this morning, the sun was [...]
They were beggars Canvassing for votes Just like alms Soliciting for our approval. To get them there, Into their presumed promised land, They promised everything; They promised to serve us. We voted them in. We even paid them salaries. Now we are their slaves, At the suffering ends. The saviours of the people Have now [...]
Shall I tell you of the bad bard whose vices know no known bounds? Shall I drive my quill over the papyrus, to the life of one worse than Loki of Norse? He is the Don Juan of the land’s leading literati, a Hitler wielding welded words in place of the Nazi army. Darling damsels [...]
I never knew my mom and dad. I remember them though. I remember the way they felt, the way they moved, across silicon and light. The way they spoke to each other. Even the way they fought. ~ I remember so clearly how my dad felt the first time he met her. The first time [...]
Who will marry me? Who will marry this smeared calabash on my head? It sort of looks like treasure passed down from my three mothers: one who wore stolen necklaces made of gold plated silver; she learnt to pick locks from strong chains while her father watched the random direction of the wind. The mother [...]
Underneath the heap of rocks and stones a restive but captive stream waits, listening to the hilarious uproar of tumultuous world and of gaudy nature and cries to be a part of them and a heart of their joint incarnation for their vitality and immortality, flowing and cleaning the century-long dumped dirt and garbage, singing [...]
Something stirred inside Duma. Something dark, restless and wild. It called to her from the depths of the jungle, luring her from a life where nothing ever changed. Her tribe had spent centuries dancing to the same old drum, lulled by the same old songs. But Duma longed for more. “There is nothing more,” the [...]
Abdulaziz sat on the floor and listened to the screams and the music through his window. Outside, everything was wild. He wasn’t old enough to remember the last election, but he couldn’t imagine it being as loud as this one. He was scared. All that noise, those colors… It was too much. When his bedroom [...]
I had a farm in Africa, at the foot of the Ngong Hills. The equator runs across these highlands . . . and the farm lay at an altitude of over six thousand feet. --Isak Dinesen, Out of Africa. It is difficult for me to relate to Isak Dinesen’s experience. New York Jewish women do [...]
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