The Beauty of a Mother

Nkili stumbled out of an incoherent dream and woke up with a start. Blaring horns, booming music and myriads of voices mingled to produce unbearable noise. As the driver pulled toward the community school, she felt her heart tick like a grandfather clock. Home was only minutes away. She was going to see her mother - after ten long years.

The Call (conclusion)

(By Will Mathonsi)



Ninety minutes later, I arrived at Royal Free Hampstead Hospital; dragging behind me a suitcase crammed with all the clothes and personal stuff I would need for a two-week stay…my two-week estimation later turned out to be a massive miscalculation.

The Call

(By Will Mathonsi)

The first call came when I was about to leave the house. The year’s most anticipated blockbuster was playing in the local cinema, and I had been eagerly looking forward to seeing it. I glanced at my phone. It was an unknown number. I was already running late so I chose to ignore the call.

A minute later the phone rang again. It went on vibrating and ringing with an irritating din, sending my patience plummeting down to its lowest level. Since I was running late I convinced myself I really didn’t have time to deal with calls from unknown sources. Who could this be? What does he or she want? I wondered…

Broken Heart

My heart is broken

By the tears in your eyes

My heart is broken

By the ululation on your lips

Last night I saw you

Looking at me

I saw the questions

Blazing through your eyes