Brian's Creative Quill

  Lefa was staring at his laptop, waiting for an email to pop up. “I hope this email has good news,” he said, sipping a cup of coffee. You could see that he was waiting for news that would change his life. An email arrived, and he noticed that the publisher had rejected his first book. “This can’t be,” he stood, heart pumping as if his heart would come out. “How can they reject my offer?” He asked, not knowing what to do. Lefa left everything. He stood and looked outside through the window. The moon was bright, and there was a silence. “Why god?” Lefa’s tears went out. Sadness settled over him like a cold mist, seeping into every crevice of his being. His eyes were bright, now dulled like tarnished silver.  “I don’t expect this to happen,” he said and covered his face. Lefa was hoping for the good things to happen to him; he didn’t give up, he kept trying other proposals. Mrs Mokoena was in the staffroom, a pile of papers next to her, her hand grabbing a pen and marking. “Thes...

In a quiet town where nothing ever seems to change, deception can move like a whisper—soft, unnoticed… until it explodes into chaos. The bank smelt of polish and quiet tension. Lerato sat upright, her handbag resting neatly on her lap. Her fingers tapped lightly against the bag. Her eyes moved across the room, not in panic, but with intention. “Ma’am, your application looks promising,” the manager said, adjusting his tie. “We just need to complete standard verification checks.” Lerato smiled politely. “I understand. I’ll return later.” She stood, composed, and walked out without hesitation. Outside, the afternoon sun warmed the pavement. Across the street, a silver Suzuki 7-seater waited with its engine humming softly. A man leaned forward from the driver’s seat as she got in. “Well?” he asked. “They’re processing it,” Lerato replied, closing the door. “Two hundred and fifty thousand rand.” A grin spread across his face. “Easy.” But Lerato didn’t smile. She glanced at the rearview mirr...

Lefa was deep in thought about his father,   his mind drifted far away, his face tight with concern   “Since I was  born, I haven’t heard anything about my father,” he said, scratching his head. Lefa thought that Tseleng might know something, he paid a visit.  Tseleng was watching TV, laughing alone, she heard someone knocking on the door. “I don’t expect any visitor, who could that be?” Tseleng stood up and and opened the door. “Ausi Tseleng, I need to ask you something,” Lefa said, waiting to enter at the house. Tseleng was shocked, staring him. “I don’t know what you are talking about,” she said. Tseleng allowed him to enter and they started to have a heated conversation. “I want to know  about my father,” he  said. Tseleng froze. “What do you want to know about him?” Tseleng said, looking confused. “Who is he?” Lefa stare at her. "I don't think I will answer you," Tseleng froze. Lefa slammed the table with a fist. "You are lying... You bastard." Tseleng...