Editor’s Note: This book kiosk is happy to host the intercontinental online book tour of The Domestication of Munachi. The author, Ifesinachi Okoli-Okpagu, is going round, doing readings and sharing snippets of the her book. If you want to hear her voice, you can listen to her as she reads on the Sound Cloud link below. It […]

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Hello, thank you so much for the opportunity to read from my book, The Domestication of Munachi. My name is Ifesinachi, and I will be reading from page 87. Here it goes: ###   Mama Adanna did not kid herself that they had married for love. They had married for convenience. They had both been […]

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Over a year ago, I started writing a column in the literary pages of the Saturday Nation. In that time, the bulk of the emails I have received from prospective Kenyan writers largely have a request and a complaint. The request is to find out whether I will be doing any writing workshops and if […]

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 (taken from the start of Part Three) Last month Malam Abdul-Nur stopped me at the entrance of the mosque and asked me if there was anything I wanted. First I was confused, thinking that perhaps he wanted to scold me for having done something wrong. But then his eyes were relaxed and the lines of […]

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(taken from the start of Part Two) BACK TO SOKOTO 2006 Every time I stop to think that I have been happy these past few years in Sokoto, I kill the thought in my head because I am afraid that my being happy will jinx it. I have learned to tell lies to escape bad […]

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So you think you can write fiction? We shall let award-winning novelist, short-story writer, 2015 Etisalat Prize for Fiction judge and Saturday Nation columnist Zukiswa Wanner decide that in her bi-monthly writing workshops from April until June. The workshops will culminate in a published anthology of short stories and yours could be one of them. […]

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Martin It’s two years until the World Cup. No, not the Germany World Cup where we were robbed of hosting opportunities. The less said about THAT World Cup the better. Fuck New Zealanders. Although there were some good matches but I won’t talk about that. I’ll talk about this 2010 World Cup that I’m looking […]

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I love Mondays, I really do, because they hold the promise of a fresh start. However, this was not the case today. On arrival at the office my useless deputy had bungled the budget I am supposed to submit to the DG by tomorrow for our annual financial report. I was stuck with doing all […]

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Mzilikazi introduced me to Slindile on Sunday, 11 February 1990. An insignificant date to others perhaps, but to my artistic soul, an indication that we were meant to be. Mandela was freed the day I met Sli. Coincidence? I think not. The gods of Africa were clearly telling me that just as the country was […]

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from pages 28-31 When Andile talked of Johannesburg, he always spoke of it with such intensity, such passion, that Nobantu knew if Joburg had been a woman, she would never have stood a chance. As it was, the city was just that – a city. Spending so much time together, it wasn’t long before Andile […]

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