2022-11-09Ruben Kapimbi That sunup, Spooky suffers a needle-sharp pain below his ribcage. Instantly, the bush-fenced kraal and the umbrella-shaped trees spin around. View more
2022-12-14Ruben Kapimbi I stumbled upon skin-and-bone natives galloping into the wasteland at Otjihaenena. “Don’t spare any fleeing Herero,” yelled the whiskery-bearded commander. Soon, I sprayed deadly bullets skywards to scare the straw-like children. I spotted reedy children squeezing vinegary water out of green and white-striped melons. The skinny children coughed after the gunpowder-bluish smoke had choked their l View more
2022-12-16Ruben Kapimbi Before the genocide of 1904, the Hereros or the Cattle Damaras as the German settlers affectionately called them, occupied the wilderness from the Otavi Mountains up to the borders of the clear sky. View more
2023-03-13Ruben Kapimbi When high schools partner with the community, students contribute to real challenges, revitalising economic opportunities for the community as a whole. View more
2023-03-29Ruben Kapimbi Johnny bangs and kicks the creaking door. Behind the yawning brown door, mom was chopping fresh onions as tears trickled down her pinpointed nose. View more
2023-04-12Ruben Kapimbi Mary’s mom abandoned her at granny for the long weekend. However, the teen’s fairy tale Easter included skiing or skateboarding. View more
2023-05-10Ruben Kapimbi While my buddies bounced atthe back of bluebonnet FordSlamming shut their uncle’syellow-door FordI ducked bursting spooky seed-coatsTeachers mistook my gnashing teethfor a smile View more
2023-05-17Ruben Kapimbi Simon stepped into the fried-potatoes-smelling shop and grabbed a few yellow bags painted with a red ‘S’ in the centre. Soon, he played cat and mouse with the security’s bush pigskin whip, before knocking down a chuckling girl in a wheelchair. The bashing lash chased him into the grass-choked footpath. View more
2023-05-31Ruben Kapimbi First, the blue and red flashes bounced against the silvery roof. Then, a Merry Christmas ringtone tickled Mrs Brownstone out of her creaking bed. View more
2023-06-14Ruben Kapimbi The rose-coloured sun hugged the reddish sandbanks. Instantly, the governor dinged the chime hooked on an umbrella-shaped tree. View more
2023-07-12Ruben Kapimbi The baby-face girls crowded the Katutura Country Hotel. The only open space was between the nylon chairs. Even a housefly would not risk entering the airtight dome for free. View more
2024-01-10Ruben Kapimbi The clock had just struck 12 midnight, and an owl hooted. This time, not a distress call of a spell or announcing a dark cloud hanging over them, but a merry tooting in the midnight forest. View more
2024-01-24Ruben Kapimbi Sally was squatting underneath the thatch-roof patio. Her reddened and swollen eyes were a clue to her insomnia. So, she buried her yo-yo hair between her knees. She lifted her head after picking mom’s footsteps. “What’s wrong?” asked mom, rubbing her scruffy hair. View more
2024-04-24Ruben Kapimbi Ndjambi was a war prisoner who hashed out at Shark Island after being ambuscaded by the German troopers at Omatupa. His lips were coiled inwardly fabling the anger towards the soldiers whipping his sore back. His cheeks had holes as deep as potholes. View more
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