“Mbuya,” said my dad after a long pause. He always affectionately called me Mbuya because he named me Emily after his grandmother. “How are you?” “I am well.” I said, not wanting him to fuss about me. “How is everybody in the village?” “They are all well and they send you their greetings,” I lied.…
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The Bridge – Part II
by Emily Nyirenda •
As I stared at the blood stain on the Chitenge cloth, the strength drained from my legs. I couldn’t take another step forward. I heard a scream that sounded like nothing I’ve ever heard before. It came from my throat, yet it seemed distant. Suddenly, I found myself lying on the ground. Someone was shining…
The Bridge – (Part I)
by Emily Nyirenda •
A Zambian Short Story by Emily Nyirenda (The names and place names in this story have been changed to protect the identity of the people involved – Editor) Most people have no idea when death will come knocking on the door. My father told me the date and time that he would die. He…
