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DAVID MCVEY
New World Order

‘Hawley,’ the guy said quietly at my driver window, ‘English Intelligence.’

I checked the urge to make my usual crack about a contradiction in terms and replied, simply, ‘McLean, Security Scotland. Get in.’ If I’d made the jest, he’d no doubt have pointed out my organisation’s unfortunate acronym; when my superiors had belatedly realised the gaffe, all operatives were memoed to the effect that ‘SecuScot’ was the only acceptable abbreviation.
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SAMUEL OLUWATOSIN KOLAWOLE
My Boyfriend Who Went to Germany

I think about so many things; the precious moments we shared. Remember the day you took me to the beach and wrote my name in the sand with your finger? The waves washed the sand away and you said my name can be washed from the sand but never from the tablets of your heart. I got home that day and cried. I baptized your pictures with kisses and thought about you doing things to me.
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L. LEE LOWE
Corvus (Novel excerpt)

Zadie set a large latte down in front of the backpacker studying his Lonely Planet. ‘You don’t want to go there,’ she said, indicating the left-hand page. ‘You’ll get ripped off, that’s a market for tourists.’ Sometimes advice was rewarded with a bigger tip, but this lad looked as if he could barely pay for his coffee.
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CHRISTOPHER MLALAZI
Autumn Leaves (Novel excerpt)

Lungisani knows the old man. His real name is Mbambo, but all the kids in the neighbourhood call him 2Pac. He is a cobbler at the shopping centre just like his father. Lungisani knows that his father does not like 2Pac because he gets stupid when drunk, and has heard his father telling his mother on several occasions. His father once worked with 2Pac a long time ago before Lungisani and Persuade were born and they also hail from the same rural area of Jiba in Plumtree.
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