Growing up was a promising dream for her. They said; all types of freedom were waiting behind the line written “adulthood.” Safiatou took that to heart and looked forward to it. One day it happened, she turned 25. Quarter centuries are to be celebrated, but she had no time for…

Think outside the box, said the professor leaning forward, eyes wide open, as he kept poking his skull for some reason. Terrified, Masego froze for a moment, trying to hide his discomfort. That was not the first time he heard the phrase, and he still thought it was stupid. His…

He could hear the steps getting louder. He knew the moment was getting closer. Tic toc toc toc, time could not freeze without Joshua. So he closed his eyes waiting for the service on a last supper.

First he felt his body, the suit he wore for thirty-three years. It…

Here is another story about humanity and the idea of an “end”. Various traditions present stories of incredible messiah-like characters, who are the embodiment of what the time is calling for to maintain universal balance. It is all part of the game “chaos & cosmos, darkness and light” on which…

It sounded like a “Late” when she said, “Now it’s too late to apologize”… In my head, the story went like: The wine spilled, the swamp drained, swans are singing their last tune, and the doves have set off to other lands. …

Falling in love. It seems like an easy concept that we all understand, but how much do we really know? Broken hearts left, right, center; a scared bunch of people who once fell and no one was there to catch them or pick them up. How many ribs have you…

Amandla L. Antonio

Seasoned Scribe | Storyteller | Student of Liberal Arts

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