Rehema

By Rehema Malemba Robert is again on his lonely way home from Ubunifu Primary School. The sun is at its setting end, colouring the western horizon orange. Long shadows of…

By Rehema Malemba I close my eyes and I see my lips on his…I feel my chest pressing hard against his. His warmth and sweet scent encircling us both. His…

By Rehema Malemba I haven’t talked of my grandmother’s previous life, or have I? We were living with her in the city and she was enjoying herself and I’m sure…