In Creative Corner, Flash Fiction

The class was dead silent. I sat stiffly with my chest puffed out. Clutching and rubbing perspiration off my palms. Brother Richard moved to and fro; seething with anger which made his whole body quiver. He looked at me in frustration and disappointment. It was no doubt that until now I was his favourite student. Entrusted to be the class monitor. He reiterated his question, this time with a ring of sweltering authority and severity, ‘’ Where is the list? ‘’

“There is no list sir,‘’ I said, with my head high. Looking straight into his eyes, unflinching.

“Insubordination! Insolence!’’ He hissed. His mouth was in a tight pout.

Mr. Richard came back holding a long brown baton named Slesher. My whole body trembled.

“This is your last chance boy,” he said acidly.

I kept quiet. I was not about to back down now.  He motioned me to come to the front. I stood up and straightened myself. Facing my classmates, I held on to the front of my own desk tightly. Praying that my bravery never waivers. The first blow landed with a splat on my left buttock. The pain was a quick sting which reverberated throughout my entire body. I made no sound. Then the second, the third, and the forth into endlessness. As he hit me, a neatly folded paper written ‘’Sesotho Speakers’’ scratched my thigh. This is my language.

 

This Flash Fiction was published in the July 2022 edition of the WSA magazine. Please click here to download.

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  • Ketshotesng Oaitse
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    Wow! What a piece I can relate to. Though it has been over a decade that I’ve completed basic education were this happens, I’ve been propelled back to class room days. It also takes me back to a recent video on the uncelebrated reason we have the Day of the African Child (June 16th) – our mother languages. This story can change a lot of perspectives and develop a love for the self that, starts with accepting were you come from for, it will help you know were you are going.

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Sesotho Speakers – A Flash Fiction by Letseka Thapelo, Lesotho

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