“To Katherine, Instagram wasn’t such a big deal. To Beatrice, it served an essential function to her existence.” – The Seasons Of Beatrice And Katherine by Emmerita Ambata.
“Others say my body is a burial ground, that is why no one wanders here.” – Your Body Is A Changing Season by Veripuami Nandee Kangumine.
“Charlize was desperate to escape, and there was often nothing Uno could do to help, but this situation smelled like rotten eggs from the moment they walked in.” –– Misdirection by Charmaine //Gamxamus.
“Hold fast, hold true. Hold on.” — Vasbyt, an editorial by Rémy Ngamije.
“For most of us, metal merely offered reprieve. Reprieve from family. Reprieve from society. Reprieve from dogma. Reprieve from convention.” – Deliver Me, Anvil by Frowin Becker.
“After work, and during the weekend, people turn to this river to unwind with family, friends, and colleagues. Who would not with such calming sounds in this chaotic life?” – Auralgraphs from Maun, Gaborone, and Borobadilepe by Kenanao Phele.
“Replacing one type of pain with another has its uses.” – One Man’s Trash by Karin Eloff.
“To find the memories I’m willing to share, I must delve through the red and black scarves and look again at those memories I would sooner stay buried in silt.” –– A Song In D Minor by Mbozi Haimbe.
“I wanted to be close to the people in order to sense an acceptance of my doings.” — In And Out Of A Windhoek Darkroom by Dieter Hinrichs, with images curated by Dag Henrichsen from Basler Afrika Bibliographien Archives.