Written by Mónica Souto - Risk Director at FNBM They say that the only constant is change, and the panorama of fraud episodes proves it almost every day. The cat and mouse game between criminals and banks is something recurrent. The Risk and Fraud teams make a continuous effort in...
She is a maid, but every now and then she holds her leash so that her job doesn't get away from her. She walks down the city streets guided by the dogs' piss. When the dogs leverage their paws to pee on tree trunks, she lifts her gaze and inspects the yellow of the piss like a vet. The dogs...
The clerk, fingernail-clawed, would hit the keyboard looking for the letter "J" to write the name "Jesus" on the record. And the honorable judge would rummage through all the drawers of the alphabet for the right word to dictate to the clerk. "He is from Nazareth. Nazareth with a Z." And the clerk, who might have had
Some cable connected the attacks from Cabo Delgado to Niassa. Nobody knows how many more cables will be connected by the so-called insurgents throughout the country. There are already thousands of displaced people in Niassa, there are thousands of families that are beginning to put forward graves for their loved ones, there are thousands of mothers who are already beginning to mend their sleeves...
I still have vivid images in my mind of children from that kindergarten; dirty children, chained in wheelchairs like animals, without the slightest strength to take a spoonful of soup to their mouths, and others burning in urine-soaked pajamas. I can't forget one of the employees who called the children with animal names; there was...
Burdened with doubts about her condition, the nation decided to go to a poet's office to be examined. She arrived at the office and the first thing she did was to sprawl on the waiting stool and trim her dirty fingernails with her teeth. With a ticket in her hand she waited her turn to be
Written by Sérgio Raimundo "And if the sky fell on me it would at least be a wreck," my grandfather would say as he dug a hole with his fingernail to bury the button of his shirt. I can't get out of my head my grandfather swallowing little medallions of pills and shooting out coughing bursts just like the...
Written by Joaquim Tobias Dai Our emotions, experiences, and expectations, are like the seasons of the year. They are all important, but the effect they have on us is disparate, in its own way. Some are joyful and some not so joyful. During the last year we have been obsessed with deconfinement, and for various reasons. Deconfinement is synonymous with victory...
Written by Miguel Luís Millions of eyes, a single tent. Inside, tons of papers on the tables; judges and lawyers in black robes that hide their carefully chosen suits; two red bands, one for each, over the black robes that the prosecutors wear; in the rectangular vacuum that lies between the tables a dozen...
Written by Sergio Raimundo First it was a huge balloon that attached itself to the hook of my stepfather's navel, first it was a wagon of maggots that carried bales of flies on my stepfather's legs, but I still think first it was my stepfather's upturned mouth that spat out words with crooked, lame syllables....