Teacher Beatriz asked us to write essays about our parents' professions. Some wrote about their mothers' professions because they had no fathers and others, who had no fathers and no mothers, organs, had to write about their uncles' professions. And the teacher Beatriz put a band-aid on the scab.
Most frequent banking scams in Mozambique
In a rapidly evolving fraud landscape, supported by the latest technology and with a constantly improving modus operandi, it is imperative that companies and individuals remain alert to prevent fraudulent schemes that can lead to considerable financial loss in addition to potential reputational damage. Lourenço Francisco, Manager of the...
I'm getting fed up, fed up....
It's the fourth time you put the wet towel on the sheets, it's the fourth time I see your socks strewn about the room like little devices exploding with feet of feet in every corner of the room, it's the fourth time I lean over to pull two of your shirts out from under my shirt. I wonder if to close...
And how does it all begin or end?
And how does it all begin or end? First, the Olimpia Cinema building did a "the end" and, as at the end of a movie, the letters went up little by little on the screen of the building; the Olimpia Cinema ended as movies end. Then the cinema turned into a haunting ruin of rats and kiloliters of urine,...
And today they run endlessly after an athletic trainer....
The Portuguese athletics coach Alberto Lário was arrested and spilled into a cell because he was staying illegally in the country. After his arrest, there was talk that he would be packaged, put on a plane and deported to his country, Portugal, as if it were an unsealed product. The coach has been begging for six years, from...
Arcanjo and the Single Wage Scale, TSU...
In the Chamanculo neighborhood, when you turn one of the corners of Diamantino Street, you can see a funeral home that works there: Araújo Funeral Home. A guy named Arcanjo used to work there. He worked in that funeral home for years and years and had a deviated eye that he used to take the measurements of the corpses in the hospital morgues. On Sundays,...
Another day ends...
Another day ends, the supposed strike I managed to abort, and now it's time to return to my neighborhood. I will now strip off my police skin like a snake, put it on a wire hanger, and hide it in the commando's closet. I'm going to pass on to the night watchman the dispatch of two strikers that I handcuffed on the Avenue....
And tomorrow? What will the tailors do?
There was a chapas strike in Maputo, there was tear gas, there were people peregrinating with huge tongue-out staffs on the roads, and our government's solution was to put a patch of subsidy on that old transport fabric. Our life is made of subsidies. A few years ago, when the bakeries decided to put in more yeast....
Are legs important in building the country?
I had a hunchbacked geography teacher who the first big lesson he gave us on the first day of school was about the location of the national library downtown. I don't forget that teacher walking up the stairs of the school and the shadow of his hunchback, attached to his body, crawling up the stairs like a...
Open Letter to HIS EXCELLENCY Filipe Jacinto Nyusi - President of the Republic of Mozambique
A text by the Mozambican writer Lino Eustáquio Your Excellency, I am writing this letter to you as a humble and simple Mozambican citizen who seeks to make himself heard in the face of the repeated and already customary occurrences related to the assault and trivialization of our National Education System. Your Excellency, in recent times, we have witnessed, in a recurrent manner, the...