• Fiction

    BURNING EMBERS (Joshua Omena)

    “Itohan!” You heard when he called you. You just can’t respond and you don’t know why. You are a broken flute with notes that sounds like clashing cymbals on repeat. “Where is this girl?” You hear him walk towards the room. You sit still on the mat at the corner of the room and you can’t explain what you are feeling. Your mind is numb but you hear voices that echoes from that night. “Leave me alone please” “Shut up little girl” You can’t get those voices out of your head. Your voice and theirs. You remember everything and you hate those memories; memories that reek of monsters and tears…

  • Tumisi

    Finding Strength In My Frailty

    Yahweh, I feel your frailty. The tears shed on Gethsemane. The war against your will to terminate your sinless life for me, a child of disobedience. Your helplessness as death suddenly developed confidence around you. I hear your screams as your skin was shred off your frame by those soldiers who couldn’t allow you groan with dignity. They had to make a joke on your personality. They humiliated God. I see your frailty. The glaring discomforts at shouldering a weighty cross of iniquity down Calvary. Your thirst from exhaustion. Your pain, shame and feeling of negligence as the father diverted his gaze from your plight. You weren’t pressured into putting…