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It did not take long to apprehend the assassin. A woman who had been passing heard the shots, saw a car skid away, took down the number and gave it to the police and, within hours, a man had been…
In the hot tranquillity of Sunday afternoons in Lusaka, beyond the shrill whistle of the cicadas and the drone of radio sports commentaries, we could hear the muffled thudding of tribal drums.
The…
You wrote on the back page
of my last essay (“Political
Education in The Republic”)
“Good ideas, but style
too literary. Use of images
evades the…
Thenjiwe:What place is this?Zachariah:John Vorster Square!Thenjiwe:Aaaah!Susan:They told me that they were going to charge me. That meant a lot of things. That I would be sent to Diepkloof to await…