The Bridge – Part III
“Mbuya,” said my dad after a long pause. He always affectionately called me Mbuya because he named me Emily after…
The Bridge – Part II
As I stared at the blood stain on the Chitenge cloth, the strength drained from my legs. I couldn’t take…
The Bridge – (Part I)
A Zambian Short Story by Emily Nyirenda (The names and place names in this story have been changed to protect…