Extract from Thandi H. Dlamini's diary, year 2058:

"I never thought this day would ever come. The day when every male on the planet ceased to exist. It's absolutely mind-boggling. The words convey meaning, yet lack true coherence. While all the women celebrated this accomplishment, I harbored a deep resentment. A resentment so intense that it drove me to betray those I once trusted wholeheartedly. I am left with no one to rely on, not even my own mother. I feel lost in this realm of sorcery. Will I ultimately perish in solitude within this dystopian society?"

A World Of Women

It was 19:05 in the evening, and I was on my way home. Walking in the streets alone wasn't safe anymore, but I wasn't scared. What was there to be scared of anyway? Thieves? Murderers? Perhaps men? Sure, anything was possible at that rate, especially since there was a recent murder. But who cared anyway? After Didi's funeral, she would be forgotten. Just like any other women who died. Just like men. 


I checked my phone and found that I had 75 missed calls from Nobomi. I didn't realize my phone was on silent. It made me wonder if there really was something wrong back at home. Was I wrong to choose Anati over Nobomi? 


I called her number and waited until she answered. 


"Hi there! This is Nobomi. I'm currently not available, so please leave a message after the beep." 


"Gosh. Her phone is never off," I thought to myself. 


I wasn't worried though. By the time I got home, she'd complain, yap until her tongue dropped, and everything would be back to normal. No big deal. 


The Breaking Point