It Could Be Anywhere

It Could Be Anywhere

I grew up in a cosmopolitan suburb in the southern parts of Johannesburg. In the early 2000s, the community was an eclectic mix of white Afrikaners, a few Indians who owned the local grocer, blacks and coloureds who had worked their way out of the townships, and a...
Casualties of Failed States

Casualties of Failed States

By Amandla Karungi There are many reasons why Africans leave their homeland and start a new life in a place where they will forever be called foreigners. Most Africans have such a strong tie to their land that even in death, where one is buried is still one of the...
Spreading Love And Flowers To My Sisters

Spreading Love And Flowers To My Sisters

It is 2:00 am and I am wide awake. I put on my unkempt hair in a messy bun, switch on the lamp, take my writing book, and start scribbling. I can hear the grandfather’s clock ticking and I know that I am the only awake nocturnal being in a household full of sleepy...
A letter to Baba Opembe

A letter to Baba Opembe

Dear Baba Opembe, I have wanted for so long to write to you a letter. To tell you how my new home is not home without you. But is home anything so physical? I think home is where you are. When you are with me, I feel at home and I am more true to myself. I am even...