The little girl in the corner is a grenade and soon she will blow us all away.
My name is Imogen Lee, and I can recite all of Macbeth by heart. See, this is because my grandmother, who raised me, is always saying bits of it, and when I got old enough to read she made me read the whole thing and then we performed it together, just the two of us.Continue reading “Enter Imogen (Scene One)”
(Zeke’s story is in four parts. Don’t miss Part One, Part Two, or Part Three!) They put him on medication. It would stop the ‘dreams’ as they called them until they figured out what was going on. For Zeke this was it. They took Thando not once now but twice. Maybe they don’t understand thatContinue reading “Zeke Went Home (Part Four)”
(Zeke’s story is in four parts. Don’t miss Part One, Part Two, or Part Four!) Zeke had to wake up. He knew it was time. He could hear his mother’s voice in his ear. ‘Wake up. It’s morning and you need to get up. Her voice sounded a long way off through the happiness ofContinue reading “Zeke Went Home (Part Three)”
I knew one day I’d do something great! It was bigger than busting out the Quarters at midnight. Bigger even than rerouting the computer system to my Tumblr. I think I saved the world. It was a week ago, and the UN was holding a top-of-the-top meeting. Huge secret. Only the big leaders were there.Continue reading “How I Saved the World (in only twenty minutes), Part Two”
I was on the carousel when they found me. For three bodyguards with the ever-constrictive tracking device, I’d say the 15 minutes of freedom I stole were quite satisfying. Only I wish they’d let me finish my ride. Back at the Quarters, where my dad lives, I got the typical thirty-minute lecture on personal safetyContinue reading “How I Saved the World (in only twenty minutes), Part One”
(Zeke’s story is in four parts. Don’t miss Part One, Part Three, or Part Four!) Zeke woke only a moment later but the town had changed. Gone was the smell of maize over a fire and the line for the ATM. Instead his parents were with him in a tiny room. Doctors Without Borders readContinue reading “Zeke Went Home (Part Two)”
(Zeke’s story is in four parts. Don’t miss Part Two, Part Three, or Part Four!) As he watched the kombi drive away Zeke knew he would never be happy again. Without Thando what would he do? Who would he play with? Who would climb trees with him to pick mangoes or play football from morningContinue reading “Zeke Went Home (Part One)”
We tramp through the thick brush to the near-empty pigsty; his gumboots flattening a clear path, I in bare feet on the lookout for snakes and broken glass. The five young men are ready. They pass out ropes and bestow the panga upon the tallest one, Lazarus.
She is the last pig, a huge sow, the end of a successful agricultural experiment. Quietly wary she stares them down, grunting softly.
On the Last Day I do not say goodbye. I remember when I said goodbye to my cousins and my real uncles an aunts on another Last Day, and I cried. I don’t wand to cry and ruin the Last Day at home. Instead I take two Stock sweets and hide one in my secret box in my special mango tree. I give the other sweet to my best friend Themusa.
“I will come back, my friend. We will see each other soon.”
“We will meet, sister,” she says.