Art Fusion Literature welcomes back Ace Moloi’s awe-inspiring penmanship to the lil shorty series. This time, as he did the previously with freedom fighters, we are taken to the backstage of yet another great show gripping the nation: Miracle Healing and Prophecy. Moloi strips bare the existential anguish of the venerated and ridiculed “Men Of God”, who are always at the crossroads of faith, morality and flesh, reality. In his usual metic...

Ba se kotsometse sefate sa tholwana tsa tokoloho ba bohlale ba botjhabela. Ba hlwelletse hodimodimo moo ba kgolang perekisi tse lero le dutlisang mathe. Ba ja monakaladi wa kebolelwa. Ba lebetse ho ebolela matshweletshwele tlase sefateng. A kgakeditse. A ahlame. A ntse a phaphatha. A swabile. A halefile. A bitswa mekopakopa kajeno ha a lwanela ditshepiso tseo a di etseditsweng maobane.Hobaneng ba sa tsohe ba iketsetse? Ba tsohile. Ba fupere dilepe. Ba ratha sefate. Haufinyana se tl...

THOLWANA TSA TOKOLOHO is culled from Ace Moloi’s unpublished anthology Kulo Ya Ho Qetela. It’s a story of how the mighty have fallen; and how the mightier keep the former down. Moloi patiently and languorously takes us through a meticulous scan of a guerrilla veteran’s life – the pain of it all, the banality of routine, the futility of fruitless struggle. The depression, disenchantment and dread. The language is indulgent, minute and acts as a soft luxurious landi...

And so begins Holding My Breath, a memoir fashioned in a way that invites the reader to eavesdrop on a broken young man's heartfelt conversation with his dead mother. Ace's mother died when he was 13, leaving behind an extremely broken boy in equally broken circumstances. In her death, he writes to her to celebrate and thank her for her strength and resilience, and that of black mothers in general. We live in a country where stories like Ace's are not unique or unheard of. These are the st...