“Who is your aunty? Shift from here, let me not slap you!” Those were the words Maru, the Form Five dormitory prefect, flung at me when I greeted her with Aunty Maru a couple of weeks into my new life as a boarding school student in Bamenda. I’d been sent back to Cameroon for “correction”
A young boy walks into the house to find his mother clutching a Bible, singing with tears in her eyes. This poignant story is deeply moving and focuses on the loss of a mother by her son who’s trying to comprehend death.
And there shall be no more death (A Memoir) Read More »
In the blur of moments of innocent intimacy, the line of mentorship and ‘assumed fatherhood’ was crossed into the unexpected.
Daughters Who Become Lovers Read More »
Namibian writer, Sylvia Schlettwein, uses German titbits in her English stories not as an expression of Germanness, but rather of Namibianness and Africanness. I don’t have any problem being classified as an African writer. When I am asked whether I see myself as an African writer I don’t retort: “What is an African writer?”
African Dreams, German Campfire, English Words by Sylvia Schlettwein Read More »
