In a blink, a 100-year-old man fainted, and villagers clothed him in a cow’s skin. Thereafter, mourners waved their arms forward and backwards towards the bush-fenced cemetery. A minute later, his enemy giggled next to the yawning pit. Then he stuttered, “May Kariamata’s knife-sharp soul stabs the rainclouds.” The enemy’s chuckling about Kariamata’s death triggered...
Author: Ruben Kapimbi (Ruben Kapimbi )
Short Story – Valentine’s gift
The grey-haired man yearned to marry a girl who sorts bags in a flying car. Soon, Kambangane’s heart skipped because he couldn’t afford the berry-red cows for power. Soon, he sneaked into a young man’s phone and spotted her in a two-piece swimsuit. Suddenly, he missed his flat nose with the accuracy of a boxer’s...
Short Story – Fake ghosts
Anna was beautiful with the skin on her arms hanging like diapers. In fact, she could see with her long fingernails and taste with her eyes. Luckily, she could hear the crawling ants. The skin covering her eyes waved like clothes in the wind. Her 1920s smile revealed the remaining tooth, but she smelled the...
Short Story – A single dad’s diary
Vicky’s dad has been looking for Grade 1 place, and the hunt left rivers of sweat stains on his branded shirts. By now, he would been AWOL from his zula job. The single dad’s Facebook status showed he’d spent many klippers on taxis, only to find the girl’s name pasted with chewing gum on waiting...
Short Story – A kind snake
Long ago, there was a toothpick-thin boy named Matui. Unfortunately, his tongue would get stuck to the roof of his mouth, making him a joke for his buddies. Of course, the naughty boys were flogged with a horsewhip by the don’t-hide-the-rod uncles for mocking him. The boys sang every word that Matui was wrestling to...
Short Story – Dear Driver!
“Why do you race bakkies in our crossing path?” The signboards show the warthogs’ crossing, not a zebra crossing (Lol). Last week, a white double-cab rammed into a kindergarten of piglets during a dazzling sun. “Let me not expose the galloping and skirting car, which my bundle of joy mistakes for a desert horse. If...
Short Story – Born a bee
Once upon a time, there was a beige Bee that thought it was a grey housefly. This Bee used to hang out on rotten cabbages and played inside the worm-crawled trash bins. One afternoon, the queen bee bumped into it and realised that this bee was not buzzing like a worker. The queen chased after...
Short Story – The rainmaker
Long ago, clouds of flirting soared over Omusarakuumba for years. For now, toothpick-thin children missed circling red spider mites or building sandcastles; therefore, they roasted flying termites. The only full-tummy creatures were the spotted hyenas that giggled over the cows’ skins littering the mud cakes’ waterholes. Kambangane joked that he didn’t care about the rain,...
Short Story: The Blank Book
Vicky skipped inside before the bookstore closed. Luckily, Pop had warned her that the store’s door was a toe-pincher for book lovers. Soon, the red lipstick girl crisscrossed a finger over her chest after numbing her toes. Instantly, the teller pressed her drowsy eyes at the ticking clock above Vicky’s head and tapped her wristwatch....
Short Story – Where does the sun sleep?
Hengua hobbled after the sweat-thirsty sun had burned the pus-squirting blisters on his heels. Thereafter, yellow-headed flies dipped their mouths into his rotting cracks. In response, he tore branches from a black acacia and limped on crutches. Soon, he spotted Ngore squatting and pecking the sand like a rooster. “The sun had melted my cow...

