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For That First Time

Posted on February 2, 2022 by Mpho Matsitle

“It begins with a massage,” the old man said between coughs. His lungs could clearly not handling the double demands of breathing and talking at the same time. He paused a bit to catch up on the former activity. His demeanor was such that one – if one was not familiar with him that is…

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2063

Posted on February 2, 2022 by Mpho Matsitle

September 07, 2063: What Tshimo hungered for most, however, was the meaning of the words he never heard her say. He remembered Kundera’s dictionary of words misunderstood. The Graphic Teleport Interface (GTI) that had whisked his Zinzi away brought to him the realization that he needed a dictionary of words unheard. He took a seat…

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‘Home’ Alone

Posted on June 11, 2020June 11, 2020 by Mpho Matsitle

I managed to find myself a little flat in the middle of town. It isn’t much, but sure is something I can look forward to at the end of the day. Sure; one wouldn’t get carried away and call it a home or any of such big words, but it is…a haven? Another too strong…

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ELEVEN DAYS A WEEK (aka Happily on Duty)

Posted on March 1, 2020September 27, 2021 by Mpho Matsitle

He sat there, transfixed in his position. It was not an entirely comfortable position, more of a pause in the usual cause of transition. The pause happened as he was about to go empty his bladder, incessantly pounded upon by the gin and tonic he’d been imbibing in a futile mission to drown the pain…

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The Dream

Posted on January 12, 2020January 12, 2020 by Mpho Matsitle

It came as if a gush of wind; fast, unnerving, unpredictable. Worse still, an enigma. It washed over them as quickly as they were aware of it. ‘Hello, bye!’ was its motif. As soon as they got acquainted with it it was gone. Gone like the wind – to abuse the metaphor. ‘Was that?’ They…

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Bye Black Panther, Hello Kitty

Posted on July 18, 2019February 3, 2022 by Mpho Matsitle

Sun so bright, sounds so loud, out he steps into the vortex. His tall stature is no deterrent for the country seeking to devour him whole. “Save us!” he reads between their ululations. “We saved you, njena” they clamour. Smiles wide, his long-lost lover by his side. One step forward; ‘remember the land’ a voice…

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The People Shall Smell

Posted on September 5, 2018December 20, 2019 by Mpho Matsitle

From the vantage point provided by the high-raised veranda overlooking the lake, he could barely make out the image of the children chattering away excitedly as only innocent souls can in the far distance. What his diminishing eyesight and non-sonic hearing denied him was that an argument proportional only to revolutionary warfare itself (at least…

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