“And so my ritual, my weekly labour of love, was reduced to stuffing the one-eyed machine with Madam and Mr. Stephen’s items.” — Esmerelda, a short story by Natasha Omokhodion-Banda.
“My howl seduces the darkness.”—A Goddess, a poem by Jayson Museta.
“My mother sends us money. She doesn’t reply to my letters.” — The Letter, a short story by Dalene Kooper.
“…we dream, plan and prepare, and walk on towards worlds beyond this one.” —Worlds Beyond This One, an editorial by Rémy Ngamije
“I am alone in Dokky. It is humid. I am following the course time has prescribed.” — Bridge And Birdsong, an auralgraph from Cairo by Youssef Rakha.
“I wander off alone to take in the evening. I have only one reason for being here: peace.” — Karibu, an auralgraph from Nairobi by Ndegwa Nguru.
“I remembered that I am a living thing.”—Green And Green, a poem by Pauline Buhle Ndhlovu.
“Some days she desired laughter, some days she got it.”—Her Yearning Soul, a poem by Beata Namene.
“My eyes see two kinds of sunshine.”—Walk On, a poem by Tinotenda Mashumba.