In the morning, in the neighborhood, we heard Mr. Salvador anointing the walls of his reed house with cannons of insults: "you wretch, you slut, you dirty girl". And in the background we could also hear a small pool of tears running down his wife's face. And in the midst of these tears, the wife raised her sword: "You're a wretch....
In recent days, there has been a strange wave of disappearances of our children. Social networks have been flooded with photos of missing children. Of course, this frightens anyone. And all this strange wind, which is robbing us of our children, is shaken off by a huge, heavy silence from our so-called authorities. Nobody talks about it...
The only time I saw a white priest in the neighborhood was when one of the altar boys at the Church of São José de Lhanguene had his birthday. The ladies of the neighborhood had hung out in their backyards and were picking up little scraps of blessings in the shape of a cross, which Father Pestana threw into every alley. They fought over the...
There will be a general strike by doctors starting on Monday the 5th - the Mozambican Medical Association has announced. Doctors feel wronged and humiliated by the notorious Single Salary Scale. Poor doctors - almost all the colds and fevers from this unbearable scale have fallen on their shoulders. And then there was the Minister of Finance, in...
For the first time, Mozambique is sending three extremely dangerous criminals to the International Criminal Court. This event will mark Mozambican justice and prove that a country only grows when it starts persecuting its citizens while they are still children and forcing them to walk around with burkas on their mouths... It's a trio who posted on social media a...
Our maids arrive in the city with the habits of the bush, they get off the trucks and we receive them just as the masters received their slaves when they got off the slave ships. They are uncivilized girls to whom we have taught religion, trained their fingers to know how to handle a fork and knife and educated them for their profession:...
I heard a few days ago that teachers were going to hang up their gowns on their desks, turn their backs on their blackboards, and leave their students stuck in long breaks without classes. I heard that the teachers were tired of the government's promises, tired of growing old inhaling the chalk dust and the salary injustice the government throws at them...
Pray for Cabo Delgado, because there are still innocent people dying a monkey death there. It's true that from time to time we kick by the heels under the rug everything that goes on in Cabo Delgado. But it is impossible to put under the rug the decapitated heads crowned with blood, the houses with the...
Several times I had lunch in one of those cars there, by the Tunduro Garden. It is cheap. The owner of the car, a fat lady with huge coconut tree tops on her eyelashes, took ages to park the car, you had to be careful with the rail in the open pans, you had to put half of the car on the sidewalk and...
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.