Coat of Many Colours, A
In A Coat of Many Colours, award-winning author Fred Khumalo presents a patchwork of various vibrant stories befitting the collection’s title.
A boy plays detective, investigating the case of a goat and a coat; a woman takes revenge; an inhlabi bites off more than he can chew; teenage enmity rears its head in a prestigious school for girls; a man is cursed with an ever-growing sexual appetite; and more thoughtful stories with an entertaining zing. With genres ranging from noir crime to comedy; realism to surrealism, readers are treated to true variety.
Characters of different races, ages, classes and genders add to the diversity of the collection and reflect the South African society: A boy plays detective in the case of a goat and a coat; a woman takes revenge; a man is cursed with an ever-growing appendage; and more!
| Weight | 0.310000 |
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| ISBN13/Barcode | 9780795710148 |
| ISBN10 | 0795710143 |
| Author | Fred Khumalo |
| Binding | Paperback |
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| Date Published | 20th September 2021 |
| Pages | 205 |
| Publisher | NB/Kwela Publishers [Tafelberg, Rousseau and Pharos] |
From BOOK EXTRACT | A coat of many colours by Fred Khumalo | Drum (news24.com)
It is quarter to twelve. The meat is still far from ready. But the people in the yard, inside and outside the marquee, are like worms on a rotting buffalo carcass. There are voices raised in song. Vusi follows his grandfather to the mouth of the tent. When the old man sees his grandson, he hastily pulls up his mask. Too late. Vusi points an accusing finger at him. 'Who are all these people, Grandpa?’ Vusi asks.‘ I don’t know all of them,’ his grandfather replies. ‘I can recognise some faces. But many of them are unknown to me. That’s not an issue. I don’t need to know them, as I didn’t invite them.’ Who invited them then?’ Vusi asks, surprised. He thought his grandpa was in charge of the household and the celebration. ‘No one invited them.’ Vusi’s mouth falls open behind his mask. He looks at all the people around him. ‘Then why are they here? ’His grandfather laughs. ‘In the township you don’t have to be invited. When you see a marquee and people milling about the yard, you have to make a turn at the house.