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When it was coming down, it looked like a small yellow bird had died in the air and was now falling to the ground. When it landed, it was a giant yellow bird twice my size. Its big grey eyes glared at me, and my body chilled with fear. I blinked. It blinked. I squinted. It squinted. Then we laughed together. “What’s your name?” I asked it. “What’s your name?” it said. I smiled. “My n...
Lens on Eve Nanyange
Jan 26, 2023
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Letters and numbers came easy to my mind. Yet my pen only produced symbols. Symbols of dead fish and crying babies. What does it all mean? I’d wondered since it all came to me. I had a gift, lots of people would proclaim. But it was a gift I did not understand. It’s the handwriting of God, mum and dad would praise my symbols. What do they mean? I would ask. We don’t know. But they are ...
In God's Handwriting
Aug 05, 2022
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As the footsteps closed in on her, she said a silent prayer, remembering all the times her mother had warned her against walking at night. There was something awfully insidious about the way they came. Tap tap, then a long pause, almost like whoever was following her enjoyed the rick of fear on her. And she dared not look back. It was dark, a starless night, the only light a cluster of fireflies h...
In The Night
Jul 23, 2022
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