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Spaghetti, Minced Beef and Mushrooms
By Pholosho Matondolo One can never go wrong with minced beef and pasta, especially if you are able to spice it up with all kind of different flavors. This dish can be a real delight when you have an unplanned hosting night such as: when your girls call you last...
Evelyn
By Amandla Karungi At times, I ask myself if I would become a politician like you, standing on the back of a small white pick-up with my hands waving rhythmically, enveloped by a throng of villagers whose votes I hoped to accumulate. I have wondered what it was like...
Pretty Hurts…But How Badly?
By Josephine Amoako Pretty Hurts It’s been a long time since I’ve been inspired or impressed by a Beyoncé’s music video; I hardly listen to her songs anymore. A few nights ago, after several attempts to find a good movie to watch, I settled on listening to music...
I Am Not A Reptile
By Felly Oyuga Yesterday I shared life, hot blood gushed from my veins into tubes. They say the only way to avoid a wizard is to have cold blood. I can't be what I am not. So you followed my scent. Hot blood scent. Happy. Lively. Optimistic. You laid a...
Frittata
By Claudine Niragire Le matin j'aime prendre un bon petit-déjeuner et en vraie fan d'oeufs, je dois toujours trouver un moyen d'en faire, même si c'est juste une simple omelette, et les fritattas sont mes favoris, bonnes pour un brunch ou même un déjeuner. Pour 4 à 6...
No Justification
You want to talk about modesty … all well and good. As far as I am concerned, we need more narratives around modesty. I am old-fashioned and also a Christian, so I am all for modesty. You want to talk about women learning to be civil … please go ahead. We have too...
Pan Grilled Pork Chops
By Pholosho Matondolo From time to time, I like to host random gatherings. I'll invite a friend or two for dinner or lunch. I do this especially when I want to try out a new recipe and get some honest feedback. As a chef, I absolutely love these moments as they fuel...
Je Sais D’où Je Viens
By Iris Ntore Je me retourne D’où je viens, il ne reste que ruine Où je vais est incertain J’aperçois au loin une majestueuse reine Elle me crie son nom Je ne peux m’empêcher de m’approcher d’elle Elle est là, si prêt, mais si irréelle Je ferme mes yeux Je sens mon...
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...