Blood and Ballots
Chapter One Imani. That’s my name. Not E-money, Money Man, or anything remotely reeking of rap star swag. Nothing as hip. You don’t get to be cool when you’re a fourth-generation immigrant in Nuwe Mundo. There are always people to remind you that you come from generations of war-stricken, impoverished sub-humans who jumped the border […]
Binnegoed
Petite and with a droopy resignation to gravity, her mahogany body seemed barely able to carry the enormity of her spirit without her ribcage threatening to splinter with each laboured breath Phumla took. Hers was a losing battle against the sweltering November Cape heat, failing as she was to swat the lantern-eyed, nefarious carrion flies […]
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