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Submitted to Contest #51
My heart danced as the taxi pulled up before the mud house, which was now sloped to one side. The same house that had haunted me for years and made my mother bipolar. Suddenly, I wished I hadn't listened to Mama. I sat there in the taxi staring at the house like I had seen my father's ghost. 'Madam! ', my eyes met the taxi driver's on the rearview mirror. 'Sorry ', I alighted, paid him and grabbed my luggage. The taxi drove trailing a plume of red dust. Quickly, I turned around to leave. I wasn't ready to face them--my paternal grandm...
Submitted to Contest #45
Moyo opened his brown eyes. Hissed. Shut his eyes again. The thought of going to work to face his domineering boss, irritated and infuriated him. He had finally summoned courage the previous day and confronted him fearlessly, during a heated argument. Moyo had arrived at the bar, where he worked as an attendant, thirty minutes late, because he had been stuck in a gridlock of yellow buses, lorries ,loud hawkers and itinerants. His boss flung a broom at him in a fit of rage and rained curses on him. Moyo could not take it any more. He got real...
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