The Creative Edge

Placed in a crowded dining room turned exam room—pen in hand, calculator and ruler on either side of a small uneven and antiquated desk—I, like many of my fellow students, hacked away at the  tough Mathematics paper. Fighting to recollect formulae and a barrage of other mathematic solution roadmaps, I surrendered rather peacefully to the mental assault of this paper. As customary among many University students, I cowered under the old: “We didn’t learn this in class” euphemism. We were writing this paper around the same time Load-shedding was rearing its ugly head; which is an engineering problem and here we were writing Engineering Mathematics, some of Zambia’s brightest. And as epiphanies can be notoriously known for hitting you when you least desire them, I asked: “is what we are doing working?” and the secondary (notoriously existential) question: "what's the point?" Now, discussing education can be as polarizing as discussing politics or religion. But to the me...

A Short Story by Luka Mwango Edited by Casey Gift Nyambe I was returning from home after a hectic day at the office. I could not wait to see my lovely wife and our adorable five-year old daughter. The headlights of my car caught the outlines of a motor vehicle parked on the curb of the road. A figure stood next to it and from what I could gather, the car had broken down. I had a strong urge to drive on but the rebuking voice of my mother lingered somewhere in my memory: “Do unto others what you wish them to do unto you.” I stopped my car and got out. I walked towards the car and for some reason I expected the person in need of assistance to be some overweight, middle-man with a bad attitude. When I got close enough to the make out the person in the dark, I froze. It was not a he, but a she, a very attractive she. She was tall, had a long symmetrical face with big enchanting eyes and succulent lips. She had a busty chest and the seemingly tight blouse she wore was  ch...