Refugees Cause Cape Town Race Wars

Refugees Cause Cape Town Race Wars by Niren Tolsi and Ben Fogel

Within, Without by Gary Cummiskey

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Obtain a genuine university degree in just 10 days based on your work or life knowledge .

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Alan is back from his lecture tour entitled: What is a functioning human being? (Was that it, just then, what I saw in that room, was that supposed to be it? Was that an example of ‘function’?) And I warm coffee-ish stuff over the gas burner and don’t say anything. I don’t say – 6 weeks early! And I don’t ask did he cancel the dates or did they? Was it his idea to paint the silver line down his nose or was it theirs? (When the spotlight’s on it, he says, it looks a little thinner; less Slavic.) His post at the university... his creative writing seminars (ultimately, he told his students, all you can do is – remember your dreams. And he’d spread out his hands to them.) What is left of it all but a congratulatory fruit-basket, now wizened, sent to him by a woman with his handwriting? We regard each other jealously in the flickering light. Imperceptibly, the curdling of our blood begins. Yes, I will later write in my diary, he made a break for it, but he had to come back; I at least have the comfort of never having left.

A River Runs Through Oslo by Lloyd Gedye

“This is my country!” the blond Aryan male screamed as he stumbled out of a side street directly into our path.

Which Way To Paradise? by Gary Cummiskey

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Well well well Tearoombooks ... Shelley Duvall has a fancy for big cock .

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That beating, bloodied heart, sizzling on a hot-plate, that’s my coat of arms.

Marikana

Marikana: The end of a bitter road promises little closure by Niren Tolsi

Loser wins (losers never win) by Gary Cummiskey

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Said bill who were back. Work to that charlotte overholt. Announced bill and soon adam.
Grinned adam has never guess what.

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That man who’s just come in, thrown off his cape and said, ‘take me to the piano;’ that’s my son thirty years from now.

Coolie Odyssey by Vashna Jagarnath

Gaiutra Bahadur’s book, Coolie Woman: The Odyssey of Indenture, arrived on my desk a fortnight ago. It was a surprise gift from my husband. I had been meaning to read Bahadur’s book since it was published a few months ago. When it arrived out of the blue I thought that, with all the work deadlines rushing towards me, it would be a few weeks before I could start reading the book. But when I opened the box there, on the cover, was a sepia photograph of a woman who looked uncannily like my grandmother staring back at me.

Humbled Before The King by Gary Cummiskey

Wet Feet by Diana Bloem

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That man, hammering a nail through a sheet of metal, putting up a house held together with string, that’s my grandfather.

Senzo Meyiwa

Senzo Meyiwa: Walking Where The Grass Never Grows by Njabulo Ngidi