The way she lay there whenever I climbed on top of her, like a dead body, sapped all my desire.
The way she lay there whenever I climbed on top of her, like a dead body, sapped all my desire.
Harding sees colonialism everywhere, and not as a passive-something. It is an active element for him—like a rumour, but potent enough with treachery—even where it is obviously not.
You are careful not to build castles on her words like the fool in your Sunday school lesson who built his house on sand.
Sizwe winced, almost as if the woman’s words had struck him. In some ways, they had. But, instead of causing him physical pain, they opened wounds he had been trying hard to stitch…
The elders welcomed me as if Moses himself had descended from the mountain as in the holy books, except, instead of tablets of stone, I carried a battered laptop tucked under my arm.
Because he was different, the bus conductor let a lofty hope bud within him, a hope too high for his type: love.
Tony was a divorcee and men like that often had no qualms about walking a second time.
She said he was quiet when her husband gave up his job at Dinah and followed another woman home.
