Wednesday

On Saturday afternoon after the washing has been hung and our clothes damp-stained with its constant carrying back and forth we sit on grandmother’s stoep the sun warming my scalp as my cousin cuts neat rows through my hair with the tail of the comb she lays a path for the hair food and gossips about the neighbourhood

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Stranger

On Saturday afternoon after the washing has been hung and our clothes damp-stained with its constant carrying back and forth we sit on grandmother’s stoep the sun warming my scalp as my cousin cuts neat rows through my hair with the tail of the comb she lays a path for the hair food and gossips about the neighbourhood

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Tea

On Saturday afternoon after the washing has been hung and our clothes damp-stained with its constant carrying back and forth we sit on grandmother’s stoep the sun warming my scalp as my cousin cuts neat rows through my hair with the tail of the comb she lays a path for the hair food and gossips about the neighbourhood

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A Fistful of Dhal

Like a lot of Chatsworth’s service industry workers I ate many of my meals at Imperial Curry House. The takeaway was popular with us because it suited our odd working hours. It opened at noon each day of the week and only closed at two in the morning.

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Visit by David Medalie

Their famous guest published an essay in which he described what happened that day. He called it Luncheon at Pretoria. It was jocular; wry. He built up the narrative with his customary care, beginning with a description of the drive from Jo’burg (thus we called it, he wrote) to Pretoria.

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Rain by David Mann

Mariam parked in her usual spot in front of the martial arts studio, a short way down from her father’s apartment block. There was secure visitors parking underground and away from the chaos of the main road, but she’d stopped using it some time ago.

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The Void By Tanni Haas

It was only after he got back on the bus that would take him the long road home that he began to realise what he’d accomplished. It had started that morning with an unexpected phone call from an ex-girlfriend whom he hadn’t seen or heard from in almost two decades.

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