By Philomène Luyindula Lasoen It was a long time before we saw each other again. I used to travel to my mom in Congo when taking a holiday. I wrote short notes…
Category: Creative Writing
A guide to grief: As told from the ‘inexperience’ of the living
By Alice Mbeya As a fledgling, I had constantly been guided into knowing that there was a heaven and hell with one true God and that your place on earth and the…
Afrikin Vylits.
The rain beats purposefully down upon the tin roof. The sound is orchestral and makes it all the more difficult for me to hold in last night’s drink now terrorizing my four…