Black Marionette

Nosipho Mbatha  I always wanted people to take me seriously. I wanted to matter to people, I wanted to feel like my existence had value. I suppose it's strange that these are the thoughts I entertain on my commute to and from work every day. I hate my job. I constantly have people shouting...

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Mob Justice

The leaking roof allowed drops of rain to fall on the bed. He felt them because he couldn’t sleep and they irritated him. He needed a new roof. A new house, a new bed, new clothes, new shoes, new pots and pans. He needed a new life. Even dreams didn’ t provide any refuge, just as drab and grim as his...

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