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

Four days have passed since I read Anthony's note, and I still can’t face him. Not yet. My mind keeps running in circles—what will happen when we meet? And the even scarier thought: what will he do to me? After staring at the black leather bag for what felt like two hours that day, I pulled the blanket over my head and cried. Cried until my pillow was drenched and my body felt as heavy as lead. I could hear Dorcus and Miss Maria coming to check on me, their footsteps soft, concerned. I told them I needed space. They thought it was for Ayanda, and I let them. Let them believe the lie, because that was easier than the truth. 


Beauty And The Wreck