Category: a Touch of Africa

The Carpet King

The first we saw of the Carpet King was a cloud of dust coming along the road to the farm. My mother was sitting on the stoep, picking…

Top Chef, Negotiable

Mavis Mwete closed her reader with a sigh of relief and heaved her considerable bulk from the desk at the Adult Education centre. All her fellow students found…

Mommy’s Boy

Randal shifted his great bulk from one haunch to the other and took another  suck on his beer can. The little campstool was digging uncomfortably into his thighs,…

Hidden Assets

One night, when I was ten, my father came home from work carrying a tortoise under his arm. With difficulty. It was the biggest tortoise I’d ever seen….