“In Luanda, in 1992, we were confined to our houses for a week. It seemed like a joke. It was not.”—That Is How We Are Feeling, photographs by Indira Mateta.
“I have been thinking lately, too, of the power of the imagination. How it allows us a respite from the burdens of the physical world. It provides us with certain mercies.”—Literatea 02, Part 1: The Journey Is The Joy, a conversation with Maaza Mengiste.
In Namafu Amutse’s “Chrysalis”—a photo series exploring transition—power slowly but surely emerges.
“The diversity of voices belies how contested the space really is.” — Sights And Sounds, an auralgraph from Cape Town by Vasti Calitz and Andri Burnett.
“Like other Rwandan girls, her mother’s orders forbid her to talk loudly or be pretty.”—La Fille, a poem by Beata Umubyeyi Mairesse.
“Can you picture it? A small place. Is it where you are?”—Stories From A Small Place, an editorial by Rémy Ngamije.
“We were told to go along and along, so we did.”—Only Way To The Future Is Forward, a short story by Olivia Walton.
“Do I love Windhoek in winter / where windows won’t close and welcome entrance to the cold…”—Windhoek Wintering, a poem by Don Stevenson.
“A week before he abandoned his body at the bottom of the bathtub we had an argument.”—Shadow Man, a personal essay by Nicole Ludolph.