CRÉATIONS LITTÉRAIRES
Rooibos Tea
My mother rarely said she loved me, but whenever we sat down together to have a cup of rooibos I felt loved. I was confident that even if I were to come home pregnant, she would not disown me or rant about the dishonour I was bringing on the family. I was secure in her love and I wanted – no, I was determined – to pass this type of love to my children.
The Edge
This is how she imagined they would find her body: in a black winter coat and short boots. They would shake their heads as they pulled her out of the shallow murky water. So young, the rescue officers would say to one another. They would look at her face—placid with gray undertones to her dark brown skin—and notice the mole slightly to the right of her lower lip.
The Prospective Student
“Welcome.” I said as I flashed my award-winning smile and pulled out a chair for her at the table where my friend, Chioma, and I were seated.
Chioma, worn out and a bit cranky from our long day in the lab, said, “What did you say your name was again?”
“Amaka,” she answered before I could roll my eyes at Chioma.