Windhoek Archives - Martha Mukaiwa

As far as car chases go, I prefer not to be in them. In fact,…

I thought the shots would sink them. The lack of them. And the way this…

I know better than to get into cabs filled entirely with men. It’s written somewhere…

I’m becoming really concerned about the curry. It’s hot, yellow and deliciously sticky and my…

I’m sitting in a taxi blurring down Sam Nujoma and the cabbie has just told…

At first five minutes felt like fifty. I’d lie in bed with my head turned…

There’s a little boy’s body lying at the morgue. Unnamed. Unclaimed. Shirt blue, pants grey,…

There are a thousand things my mother has told me not to consume. Strange fruit.…

I don’t think *Buck understands Venetian blinds. He stands behind them as if they’re the…

From the stares, you’d think that they’re seeing a ghost. Hands stop mid-gesture. Mouths halt…