You take off your belt, your pants fall off, and my tears fall on me too. You hit me because words are no good, they have no meaning when you strengthen a home. The same hand that took two cow heads, colorful suits for my parents, today rolls up a belt and beats me. I complain little because I know that the...
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The gentleman from my class...
His huge belly with a school of worms like that of a gestating kangaroo and his ability to sleep with his mouth open in the living room, led the whole class to call him Mr. Deputy. His name was Viriato Bernardo Maposse. It was a sight to see him sleeping with his mouth open and the flies landing buzzing on the runway....
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A ministry of culture without culture...
I don't care if Mr. Kuka sang or Valdemiro José sang in Dubai. I don't care who sang and who didn't, I'm just impressed by the childish and dismissive way the Ministry of Culture and Tourism treats our culture. In every corner of the country there are religious ministries that work miracles and the...
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Mondlane, the comrades chewed up your architectural plan...
If the book hadn't dropped one of the chapters, in the form of a bomb, you would be with us now. My fourth-grade teacher taught me after a banquet of beatings that you died in the office; he repeated this while his hands, clenched into fists, made his blood boil with pain. The story was something that had been stuck in my head.
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The City Police should sweep up those Tolls....
The Municipal Police should, as they do downtown, sweep up these toll booths that, from corner to corner, appear like frogs breeding in the ditches. It is the Municipal Police who should put the so-called chamussas in the fees of these tolls and let their dogs loose on them. It's the Municipal Police that should rip out those tolls, mess them up....
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Think before you click
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...
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Housekeeper and dog walker...
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...
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The trial of Jesus Christ in Mozambique...
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
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What's going on in Niassa!
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...
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Minister and the Christmas Soup
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...