Rain | Zamo Mbhele | Fiction
The day starts at 4:30 am. That’s how you know it has the devil in it. What kind of sun rises at 4:30? Well, it does, smiling cheekily, playing peek-a-boo among a thin cluster of clouds. Mama says, “Wake up. The work will not do itself.” She does not care that the sun is […]
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The day starts at 4:30 am. That’s how you know it has the devil in it. What kind of sun rises at 4:30? Well, it does, smiling cheekily, playing peek-a-boo among a thin cluster of clouds. Mama says, “Wake up. The work will not do itself.” She does not care that the sun is […]
