In her debut collection of short stories, Lindiwe Nkutha takes us through the minds of people you may overlook on an ordinary day: The wayward neighbour you vaguely remember seeing every day as a child until the day he vanished.
The face you see every weekend at the local drinking hole, you exchange a polite nod but know little about, not even her name.
The young woman who is caught between her faith and her love for a woman.
Their lives are untidy, tainted with the pain, joy.
| Day | The wayward neighbour you vaguely remember seeing every day as a child until the day he vanished |
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Modjaji Books 69 jerusalem street, paperback/lindiwe nkutha
