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Pradeep, a police officer stationed in Benoni, South Africa, found himself dissatisfied with his mundane life. Seeking excitement, he hatched a daring plan to rob a bank. He booked an early flight from Johannesburg to Durban, rented a car upon arrival, and drove to a local bank. Just before leaving his car, he slipped on a wig and a false beard. He then walked into the bank, waved his gun at the teller, and ordered her to stuff his bag with cash. Once he had the money, he quickly left and caught the next flight back to Johannesburg.

The heist went off without a hitch, and Pradeep was exhilarated. This rush led him to plan yet another bank robbery, and then another, until he found himself jetting off to Durban every time he had a day off work to pull off another heist. He even took to robbing local banks in Johannesburg during his lunch breaks. Thanks to his clever disguises, he could commit the crime and then return to the scene later to blend in, with witnesses completely oblivious to the fact that he was the culprit they were describing.

Pradeep had turned bank robbery into an art form; he was so familiar with the security systems that he could manoeuvre through them with ease, escaping capture time and again. Over four thrilling years, he pulled off heists at around 30 banks, each escapade offering him a jolt of excitement that kept him coming back for more.

One fateful evening, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. Amidst the buzz of a lively gathering, he overindulged in drinks and found himself deep in conversation with his friend Larry. In a moment of reckless confidence, he began to brag about his recent bank heists, asserting that he was an expert in the field.

Larry was employed by SAMBO, a division of the South African Police Service dedicated to tackling organised crime, economic offences, and corruption. Given his role and the oath he had sworn, Larry believed he couldn't remain silent about such a secret, so he ultimately decided to inform his superiors.

The next time Pradeep returned from Durban, still riding high from his latest bank heist, the police were poised and ready at the baggage claim. He was arrested, faced trial, and sentenced to 18 years behind bars. However, Pradeep wasn't about to give up; he began devising his escape plan the very day he received his sentence.

During his time in prison, he encountered a man named Mpande, and soon after, he met another inmate called Fanie. Both were serving time for robbery, and before long, the three of them formed a strong friendship.

After spending nearly three years behind bars, the trio devised an audacious escape plan. They began by Pradeep and Mpande pretending to be injured, convincing the prison guards to take them to an outside physiotherapist for treatment. Once they arrived, they seized the opportunity, overpowering the guards and snatching their weapons. With the guards' guns in hand, they hijacked the physiotherapist's car and made their daring getaway. After their escape, they decided to keep a low profile for a while.

Several months had gone by since they had escaped from prison and chosen to lay low for a bit. This time allowed them to strategise their next move: a daring rescue for their friend still behind bars. On a Saturday morning, during the guards' shift change, Pradeep and Mpande stormed the prison where Fanie was confined, guns blazing. They managed to break him out, and with all three now on the run, they sought refuge from the law.

Pradeep was restless and wanted to hit banks again; he yearned for that exhilarating feeling that came with it. So, the three of them embarked on a bank-robbing adventure, starting with one bank and quickly moving on to another, then a third. They continued their spree, robbing bank after bank, all while donning absurd disguises: oversized sunglasses, bushy moustaches, and phoney beards. They looked almost silly, but their teamwork was impressive, allowing them to complete a bank heist in under five minutes. On some days, they even managed to rob multiple banks in the same day without getting caught.

As their exploits gained notoriety, news of the bank robbers spread like wildfire through the community. Surprisingly, many locals began to rally behind them, captivated by how they outsmarted the police. Pradeep, Mpande, and Fanie found themselves transformed into unlikely heroes.

Over the course of several months, this series of crimes continued unabated. The gang members took refuge in safe houses, robbed banks whenever the opportunity arose, amassed a significant amount of cash, and spent their downtime with numerous escorts.

Pradeep had a troubling habit of approaching unsuspecting young women under the guise of a professional photographer. He would entice them to his hotel room with the promise of a photoshoot, only to exploit them in a horrific manner. One of his victims found the courage to report his actions to the authorities.

Untimately, the trio was declared South Africa's most wanted, with their images plastered across every media outlet, sparking conversations everywhere. The buzz about them was inescapable.

Aware that their capture was imminent, the trio devised a strategy to escape the country. They began by resolving to acquire a medium-size yacht, intending to escape the country by sea. They considered this route to be a safer option compared to taking flights. A couple of days later, Pradeep travelled to Melbourne, Australia, using a counterfeit passport to finalise the yacht sale negotiations.

The following day, at around 4:00 am, back in South Africa, law enforcement arrived at one of the gang's hideouts. The police were outside, and Mpande was the only one present at the location. It seemed that some of the escorts the gang was associated with had informed the police about their hideouts.

Police ordered the gang to come out with their hands raised. In a surreal moment, Mpande, still dripping from his shower and entirely naked, reached for his weapon and found himself in a frantic butt-naked shootout with law enforcement. The police burst into the house, and gunfire erupted around him as he dashed from one room to another, firing back at his pursuers. When they finally cornered him, he made a tragic choice, turning the gun on himself and ending it all.

In the meantime, Fanie received a tip-off that the police were closing in on them. He quickly made his escape, using a counterfeit passport to catch a flight to Dubai. By the time the police conducted their raid on the gang's safe houses, he had already vanished. However, in one of those locations, they discovered photographs of a woman whom Pradeep had assaulted several months earlier. This evidence not only corroborated her account of being exploited by him but also linked the safe house directly to Pradeep.

The safe house provided crucial information that directed the police to the yacht they had purchased. From there, they traced a crew member hired to navigate it, who revealed that Pradeep was meant to transport the yacht to Melbourne, Australia.

This development led law enforcement to conclude that Pradeep might be in Australia. Local newspapers caught wind of the story and began featuring Pradeep's photo, causing residents in Melbourne to be on the lookout for him.

One fateful morning, everything began to unravel for Pradeep. He was browsing a car dealership, eager to find a new car, worried that his old one might give him away. The salesman, having seen Pradeep's face in the local newspaper, kept quiet at first but later decided to alert the authorities.

That night, the police made their way to Pradeep's apartment, forcefully entering the premises. But to their dismay, Pradeep was nowhere to be found. Just when it seemed like they were at a dead end, one of the officers saw him whizzing by on a bicycle. There was no mistaking it; he knew it was him. The police officer ran over and confronted him. Pradeep, realising what was going on, jumped off his bike and made a run for it. The police officer pursued him relentlessly until he finally caught up. Pradeep, who had been feigning surrender, suddenly lunged for the officer's shotgun. In a split second, the officer reacted by drawing his secondary weapon and fired four shots into Pradeep's chest, resulting in his immediate death.

Fanie, the last survivor of the trio, found himself in Brazil, where he attempted yet another robbery. His plan failed spectacularly, resulting in his arrest and a life sentence with no possibility of parole.

"Now that I knew fear, I also knew it was not permanent. As powerful as it was, its grip on me would loosen. It would pass."

Louise Erdrich, The Round House

Quick Reads

I AM AN AFRICAN
I am an African.
I owe my being to the hills and the valleys, the mountains and the glades, the rivers, the deserts, the trees, the flowers, the seas and the ever-changing seasons that define the face of our native land.

I am an African!
I owe my being to the Khoi and the San whose desolate souls haunt the great expanses of the beautiful Cape, they who fell victim to the most merciless genocide our native land has ever seen, they who were the first to lose their lives in the struggle to defend our freedom and independence and they who, as a people, perished in the result. Today, as a country, we keep an audible silence about these ancestors of the generations that live, fearful to admit the horror of a former deed, seeking to obliterate from our memories a cruel occurrence which, in its remembering, should teach us not and never to be inhuman again.

I am formed of the migrants who left Europe to find a new home on our native land. Whatever their own actions, they remain still, part of me. In my veins courses the blood of the Malay slaves who came from the East. Their proud dignity informs my bearing, their culture is a part of my essence. The stripes they bore on their bodies from the lash of the slave master are a reminder embossed on my consciousness of what should not be done.

I am a grandchild of the warrior men and women that Hintsa and Sekhukhune led, the patriots that Cetshwayo and Mphephu took to battle, the soldiers Moshoeshoe and Ngungunyane taught never to dishonour the cause of freedom. My mind and my knowledge of myself are formed by the victories that are the jewels in our African crown, the victories we earned from Isandhlwana to Khartoum, as Ethiopians and the Ashanti of Ghana, as the Berbers of the desert.

I am the grandchild who lays fresh flowers on the Boer graves at St Helena and the Bahamas, who sees in the mind's eye and suffers the suffering of a simple peasant folk, death, concentration camps, destroyed homesteads, a dream in ruins.

I am the child of Nongqause. I am he who made it possible to trade in the world markets in diamonds, gold, in the same food for which my stomach yearns. I come of those who were transported from India and China, whose being resided in the fact, solely, that they were able to provide physical labour, who taught me that we could both be at home and be foreign, that human existence itself demanded that freedom was a necessary condition for that human existence. Being part of all these people, and in the knowledge that none dare contest that assertion, I shall claim that: I am an African.

I have seen our country torn asunder as these, all of whom are my people, engaged one another in a titanic battle; the one to redress a wrong that had been caused by one to another and the other, to defend the indefensible. I have seen what happens when one person has superiority of force over another, when the stronger appropriate to themselves the prerogative even to annul the injunction that God created all men and women in His image. I know what it signifies when race and colour are used to determine who is human and who subhuman... I have experience of the situation in which race and colour is used to enrich some and impoverish the rest... I have seen concrete expression of the denial of the dignity of a human being emanating from the conscious, systemic and systematic oppressive and repressive activities of other human beings. There the victims parade with no mask to hide the brutish reality, the beggars, the prostitutes, the street children, those who seek solace in substance abuse, those who have to lose their sanity because to be sane is to invite pain. Perhaps the worst among these, who are my people, are those who have learnt to kill for a wage... Among us prowl the products of our immoral and amoral past, killers who have no sense of the worth of human life, rapists who have disdain for the women of our country, animals who would seek to benefit from the vulnerability of the children, the disabled and the old, the rapacious who brook no obstacle in their quest for self enrichment. All this I know and know to be true because I am an African! Because of that, I am also able to state this fundamental truth that I am born of a people who are heroes and heroines, of a people who would not tolerate oppression. I am of a nation that would not allow that fear of death, torture, imprisonment, exile or persecution should result in the perpetuation of injustice.

I am an African.
I am born of the peoples of the continent of Africa... The dismal shame of poverty, suffering and human degradation of my continent is a blight that we share. The blight on our happiness that derives from this and from our drift to the periphery of the ordering of human affairs leaves us in a persistent shadow of despair. Whatever the setbacks of the moment, nothing can stop us now! Whatever the difficulties, Africa shall be at peace! However improbable it may sound to the sceptics, Africa will prosper!

By Thabo Mvuyelwa Mbeki.
Lost At Sea
As the elderly couple looked on, they witnessed a peculiar sight: a man crawling through the sand. He was naked, barely able to stand, clutching a knife, and shouting something in a language they couldn't comprehend.

Willem, a fearless fisherman who braved the dangers of the deep sea to reel in Geelbek and Cape Snoek along the cold Atlantic waters. One morning, he made the spontaneous decision to embark on a two-day fishing escapade. With his usual fishing buddy unavailable, he sought out a replacement. That's when a young and inexperienced angler named Ashley eagerly stepped up to the challenge. Together, Willem and Ashley set sail on the Atlantic waters.

Over the course of two days, they dedicated themselves to fishing and managed to accumulate a total of 500 kilograms of fish. This impressive catch would bring in a tidy profit once they returned home, equivalent to a week's earnings. Unfortunately, their journey back took an unexpected twist as they set sail homeward. Without warning, a massive storm descended upon them, filling the boat with water. Panicked, Ashley grabbed a bucket to scoop out the water while Willem fought to steer through the turbulent waves. Luckily, the storm eventually subsided, revealing land on the horizon.

They were approximately two hours from the shore when the boat's engine began to stutter and eventually stopped. Willem quickly grabbed a two-way radio and contacted his boss to inform him about the engine failure. His boss inquired about their location, but their GPS had malfunctioned. As if things couldn't get any worse, the storm began to gather strength, causing the boat to be violently tossed around by towering waves, lifting them up to 10 metres high before dropping them back down. Upon realising that the 500 kilograms of fish they had caught were making the boat unstable, Willem made the decision to dump it all out. They continued to throw overboard anything else that was not useful, such as extra ice and fuel, in order to lighten the load and restore stability to the boat.

When the two-way radio suddenly went silent, Willem and Ashley had already been working tirelessly to remove water from the boat for a couple of hours. Despite their best efforts, the engine remained stubbornly inactive. Willem's anger boiled over; he was seething with rage and completely lost control. He grabbed a club typically used for killing fish and violently smashed the boat's engine. In a fit of frustration, he tossed the dead GPS and radio into the water.

With nightfall and dropping temperatures, the two men had no choice but to huddle under an overturned cooler for warmth and shelter.

Meanwhile, back on land, a search party was organised to find the missing duo. However, the relentless storm continued to rage on, making visibility extremely poor. After two days of fruitless searching, the decision was made to call off the search.

Five more days dragged on before the storm ceased its fury. Willem and Ashley were left disoriented, realising they were in the middle of nowhere. Hunger gnawed at their stomachs, and there was no food or water left on the boat. With Willem's tools lost at sea, he had to improvise. He spent time honing his skills at catching fish with his bare hands. They had no choice but to eat their catch raw and drink their own urine to stay alive.

One fortunate day, a seabird landed on their boat, giving them a stroke of luck. Willem wasted no time in seizing the opportunity and swiftly took the bird's life. They managed to sustain themselves by consuming the bird for a couple of days until rain finally poured down, allowing them to gather water to drink. For approximately two months, they survived by eating raw fish and collecting rainwater whenever possible.

With each passing day, Ashley underwent a transformation that deeply affected his demeanor. Sinking into a state of despair, he rejected any form of sustenance. The mere idea of consuming raw animals repulsed him to the point where he abandoned eating entirely. His condition worsened, prompting Willem and Ashley to fear the worst. In a desperate move, they made a pact: if Willem survives, he will reach out to Ashley's mother with a message intended exclusively for her. He reluctantly agreed to the plan.

One rainy morning, following over three months of being adrift at sea, Ashley succumbed to starvation. Willem was heartbroken to find himself alone. The bond they had formed during their harrowing ordeal was strong, leaving Willem feeling incredibly isolated. He found himself conversing with Ashley's lifeless body, unable to let go. After six days, he came to the realisation that it was not healthy to continue pretending the corpse was still alive. He shoved Ashley's lifeless body into the ocean, then continued to survive on his boat adrift at sea.

Another month passed, and Willem was still there, living off the land, catching fish, drinking rainwater, and talking to birds and dead fish.

Suddenly, Willem spotted a new type of bird: not the usual seabirds, but land birds. In the distance, he could make out a mountain top, which turned out to be connected to an island. It was a glimmer of hope that maybe he could keep his word and deliver the message to Ashley's mother.

The island was approximately an hour away, and Willem steered his boat in its direction. As he neared, he plunged into the water and swam for dear life to the shore. Upon reaching it, he found himself too feeble to stand, completely unclothed, and armed with a knife for safety. He laboriously crawled onto the beach and into the jungle, where he came across a house occupied by an elderly couple. They saw him crawling around naked with a knife, shouting in Afrikaans. The elderly couple ended up helping him get to the hospital.

So what is this island that Willem finally landed on after being lost at sea for more than four months? Willem had drifted almost 2800 kilometres all the way from coastal Cape Town to the Tristan da Cunha island.

A month later, after being rescued and coming back to Cape Town, South Africa, he paid a visit to Ashley's mother and was able to pass along Ashley's last message to her.

His incredible story landed him a book deal, but then Ashley's family sued him for two million rands, claiming half of the book sales.

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This fictional story is inspired by a true event. The Sabundan territory, with its large land mass and the rising sun from the East of the African continent, boasted some of the best climatic conditions. The people's gradual progress in developing natural and more effective integration patterns was rudely interrupted by the arrival of a foreign colonial power in the early twentieth century. The Sabundan Air Force unexpectedly bombed Harbor City in the south of Zanda, resulting in tragic consequences.

Ozioma Ezeogu

In the fight against neoliberalism, rural movements have gained prominence as crucial social forces. From Brazil and Mexico to Zimbabwe and the Philippines, these movements, with differing political ideologies but a shared foundation of dispossessed peasants and unemployed workers, have utilised tactics like land occupations to stand up against the neoliberal state.
Across three continents - Africa, Latin America, and Asia - this book compiles a set of original investigations on the latest rural social movements.

Sam Moyo (Editor), Paris Yero

"The International Society of Literary Fellows (Lsi) is the society of creative writers and scholars from African and the world with a critical interest in current developments around modern cultures of indigenous and foreign language expressions. In partnership with Progeny international, the Lsi aims to assess and promote the emergence of works of visionary creative impetus in the genres of modern African fiction, non-fiction and visual arts. 38 stories are included in this anthology."

Chin Ce (Editor)

"This work has been selected by scholars as being culturally important and is part of the knowledge base of civilization as we know it.
This work is in the public domain in the United States of America, and possibly other nations. Within the United States, you may freely copy and distribute this work, as no entity (individual or corporate) has a copyright on the body of the work.
Scholars believe, that this work is important enough to be preserved, reproduced, and made generally available to the public. To ensure a quality reading experience, this work has been proofread and republished using a format that seamlessly blends the original graphical elements with text in an easy-to-read typeface."

Frederick William Dodds

Dive into this collection of poetry and prose inspired by modern dating and broken relationships, perfect for fans of Rupi Kaur and Orion Carloto.
"You'll Come Back to Yourself" examines issues of depression, infidelity, lost love, body image, and ultimately the ability of women to make their own decisions.

Michaela Angemeer

Within a larger scope, the author explores South Africa's history starting from the mid-17th century, examining themes such as slavery, colonial rule, the mineral revolution, industrial capitalism, and apartheid.

Ebrahim Harvey

Tears of Disinheritance offers a comprehensive analysis of the land-related issues faced by the Maasai people. Dr. Koissaba explores the history of the Maasai community, highlighting their cultural heritage, spiritual practices, and movements across the Rift Valley in Kenya and Tanzania.

Ben R. Ole Koissaba

Virago presents an updated collection of Maya Angelou's works of poetry, collected together for the first time. From her reflections on African American life and hardship in Just Give Me a Cool Drink of Water 'fore I Diiie to her revolutionary celebrations of womanhood in Phenomenal Woman and Still I Rise, and her elegant tributes to dignitaries Bill Clinton and Nelson Mandela (On the Pulse of Morning and His Day Is Done, respectively), every inspiring word of Maya Angelou's poetry is included in the pages of this volume.

Maya Angelou

Doris Lessing, a 2007 Nobel Prize winner in Literature. This is her best collection of African Stories. It includes every story Doris Lessing has written about Africa - The Old Chief's Country; The four tales about Africa from Five; The African stories from The Habit of Loving and A Man and Two Women; and four stories featured only in this edition.

Doris Lessing

Over the last few years, southern Africa has attracted the attention of investors from both local and international markets, particularly in agriculture and mining. This has led to conflicts over land, displacement of indigenous communities, and, tragically, loss of lives.
The rural population in general has not been idle - either independently or in collaboration with NGOs and activists; they have mobilized and voiced their opinions. Resistance movements against capitalism are happening in various parts of the region, even in the midst of repression.

Issa Shivji (Author), Masego Madzwamuse

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Love is blind
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Rayray is a savage.

Love triangle
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I enjoyed Love In The Skies. ... I can relate :(

The Republic - Part 2 ???
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Mzizi wa Kenya

Love is blind indeed
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Is it fear, love or stockholm syndrome

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