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Author: Ruben Kapimbi (Ruben Kapimbi )

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Short Story – The bank statement
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Short Story – The bank statement

Johanna pushed the gun-waving man blocking the tinted glass door and squeezed herself inside. Then she skipped everyone in the queue.  “I want a six-month statement,” she huffed, throwing her driver’s card towards the teller. The pencil-thin-nosed teller raised her eyebrow-like eyebrows and punched her name on the keyboard. “You have a spending problem,” the...

Short Story – Love, lies and laugh 
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Short Story – Love, lies and laugh 

Charmaine was searching for a soulmate a muscular man perfectly made  to match her sponge-soft skin and become her romantic kin she was hunting for love or a buddy to share a belly laugh as her perfume scented the air and her suitors worshipped her shiny hair while her skin puffed a smell of roses...

Short Story – 1904: Raining thorns and bugs 
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Short Story – 1904: Raining thorns and bugs 

First, Kouzera whacked the horsewhip on the sandy rocks and then whistled the redheaded doelings into the kraal. Immediately, the kids raced towards the ‘maa’ and ‘baa’ goats and suckled the swollen nipples. Outside the kraal, twisted-horn bucklings head-butted each other. This time, the thumb-sucking man mumbled warnings that were snitched to him by a...

Short Story – The poacher poached
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Short Story – The poacher poached

Rino was born under a sunburned tree. Seconds later, the shadows journeyed under the trees, and a single-horn rhino showed up at the borehole. As a tot, he hunted grey pigeons with catapults, while nana tickled his upward-pointed nose.  On his fourth birthday, he strangled a day-old calf suckling his cotton nappy. Later, Rino was...

Short Story – The summer of 2025
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Short Story – The summer of 2025

Tjijetuombaze pressed the knob of the window, and waved his palm through the buffeting wind. Then he changed into gear seven, while his greenish-yellow eyes scanned a carpet of grass next to the road.  Somehow, he flashed the oncoming trucks shaking his car as they snail passed by. Soon, he pressed his golden eyes at...

Short Story – Diary of a magician
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Short Story – Diary of a magician

Tom was driving uphill when he spotted a storybook on the charcoal-black road. First, the grass-flogging wind flicked the book’s pages, and he skimmed through the looped letters, as the tyres rolled over it.  Secondly, he glanced at the rear mirror and scanned the title, ‘Diary of a Magician. “Do you believe in ghosts?” asked...

Short Story – A spooked B&B
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Short Story – A spooked B&B

Andreas pressed the pedal, as the oil-leaking engine pulled the Datsun up Dune 13. Suddenly, the car jerked and the tyres punctured into powdery sand.  The driver swung the wire-hooked door, and his boots crushed an orange-headed lizard.  Then, he buried a dipstick into the engine, and shook his head left and right. Later, his...

Short Story – The satanic homework 
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Short Story – The satanic homework 

Mr Peter was wearing a white protective gown and nylon shoes that matched the tiles. In front of him, ballooned eyes followed his hand gestures.  Afterwards, he waved a grasshopper and an armoured cricket. The teacher clicked the tape recorder, and played chirping grasshoppers, alongside peeping crickets.  Then he flashed a red pointer at the...

Short Story – Save the pangolin
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Short Story – Save the pangolin

Festus flogged his skin-and-bone daughters for stealing buttered milk that was reserved for the ballooned-tummy dogs. Then he checked his snare for any long-tailed mouse. The hunter wiped his tears after spotting a pipe-long nose animal caught by the twisted wires.  “I’ll braai the sizzling liver,” he whispered, choking on his saliva. “Your wife will...

Short Story – The richest man in Windhoek
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Short Story – The richest man in Windhoek

A fortune-teller told Kao that he’ll have as many cows as the chirping crickets.   The next day, the miser exchanged forty red cows for a sky-touching house. The beer-tummy man bribed the plumbers to fit milk-spraying pipes for the washbasins and his drizzling shower. In fact, a bottomless manhole was dug near the milk...