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Nommo Award 2025 Short Story finalist: Bodies of Sand and Blood


We’re thrilled to share that Plangdi Neple’s story Bodies of Sand and Blood is a finalist for the 2025 Nommo Award for Best Short Story!  The Nommo Awards recognise works of speculative fiction by Africans, and are nominated and voted on by members of the African Speculative Fiction Society.

Bodies of Sand and Blood was first published in April 2024 as episode 580 with narration by Brent Lambert and featured as one of our 2024 Staff Pick episodes with new commentary as episode 621

You can read the other excellent Nommo Award finalists via the links on the award’s press release page.

 

Many congratulations Plangdi!

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Cast of Wonders 621: Bodies of Sand and Blood (Staff Picks 2024)


Bodies of Sand and Blood

by Plangdi Neple

Sneaking into your father’s shrine is one of the most stupid things you have ever done, yet you feel entirely at home among the hanging masks and horsetails. Lanterns beside the doorway and at the opposite end of the shrine cast the faces of the other boys around you in an orange glow. The excitement on their dark, ruddy faces can’t match yours though, and your cheeks hurt from smiling too much.

You are seated on the bench furthest from your father’s big bone chair, hoping to be obscured by the shadowy darkness of the corner. The first three benches are crammed with boys jostling for a better seat yet unwilling to move to the empty benches behind. You scoff at their stupidity but pray they don’t stop clamoring for those seats. In your heart of hearts you belong with them, but you know the further away you are from them, the better. (Continue Reading…)

sand trickling out of a hand against a dark brown backdrop

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Cast of Wonders 580: Bodies of Sand and Blood


Bodies of Sand and Blood

by Plangdi Neple

Sneaking into your father’s shrine is one of the most stupid things you have ever done, yet you feel entirely at home among the hanging masks and horsetails. Lanterns beside the doorway and at the opposite end of the shrine cast the faces of the other boys around you in an orange glow. The excitement on their dark, ruddy faces can’t match yours though, and your cheeks hurt from smiling too much.

You are seated on the bench furthest from your father’s big bone chair, hoping to be obscured by the shadowy darkness of the corner. The first three benches are crammed with boys jostling for a better seat yet unwilling to move to the empty benches behind. You scoff at their stupidity but pray they don’t stop clamoring for those seats. In your heart of hearts you belong with them, but you know the further away you are from them, the better. (Continue Reading…)