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Marianne’s time-travels were not the only thing that was different

Marianne’s time-travels were not the only thing that was different. Her personal space was now an issue. This street was crowded with people, and people were pushing and shoving each other when they wanted...

In our series of letters from African-American journalists, novelist and writer Ta-Nehisi Coates tells the story of his mother-in-law’s first visit to a doctor’s...

It's a cold day in October, my mother-in-law is going to go visit her mother. I have been thinking of the time I stood in front of my first ever doctor's office. It was...

In our series of letters from African journalists, film-maker and columnist Karishma Vaswani looks at what it is like to be separated from the...

It is an odd idea that I have been separated from the world. There must be an explanation, but it’s difficult to remember what it is. My body and mind seem to have been...

The man’s fingers trembled as he took a step closer to the woman

His hand shook and it took him a moment for him to open his fingers. He’d just touched something so delicate. His body stilled, waiting for him to realize what he had. His breath...

In our series of letters from African journalists, film-maker and columnist Farai Sevenzo reflects on life after death

How can you ever fully know yourself? I am in the presence of this experience. The memories and feelings from my youth still surface for a few moments, and I am taken by surprise...

Marianne walked up the glass escalator to the second floor of Quasar Fashion

The holographic sign at the entrance of Quasar Fashion showed her the address and directions to the building. On her way in, Marianne had noticed that several of the people seemed to be wearing...

“What do you want to take home with you?”

I try hard to focus on the job at hand. "It's not like I'm picking them up." "I want them in my bag." I'm not so sure, but I do as he asks and...

George and Ella ran into the room

“I’m going to write a poem,” Ella said, laying her head on his shoulder. “Yeah, me too,” George said, “I’ll read it to you later.” “That’s nice,” Mum said, which was good for everyone...

The three of them sat down in the living room and ate

“It’s alright,” the four of them said, “We’ll be fine.” And then, without ceremony or warning, they went from the living room to the kitchen, where they gathered the food and began packing it....

In our series of letters from African journalists, film-maker and columnist M’Baye M’Baye reflects on his battle with throat cancer

If you know me at all, you know that I am not a man given to panic. The first few weeks, I got really angry because I couldn't use my hands. I spent the...

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It’s not dark enough for me to draw my own blood

Now, here, the silence is broken by a cawing that’s not a bird nor a crow, but an owl. The owl flies directly into the headlights. I see him, a large yellow eyed bird...

My sister was killed in a drunk driving accident

Walking to the beach with my umbrella still on top, I watched the water rippling on the rocky shore and thought to myself…I don’t belong here. I don’t fit in. I want to go...

Three hours pass and the phone rings again

Three hours passes and the phone rings again. A couple of rings. He opens his eyes and smiles at the caller ID. He glances at his watch. 5:46. He looks up and sighs, shaking...