Filters need JavaScript. Every story is listed below.
A green glow hung in the cloud over the city one Saturday night. The observatory blamed a stadium light test; the stadium said it had run none.
A large white disc with a star at its centre hung over Maseru, jumped north, and shrank away towards Butha-Buthe as people watched.
Two golden shapes turned up in a morning photo from Tofo beach. Nobody saw them at the time. Every other frame that day was clean.
A bar owner stepped out for air and saw a flame-coloured thing with a red light riding above it. He fetched the whole bar out to watch.
Two colleagues went looking for a satellite before dinner and found a triangle of red, green and yellow lights instead. Twice.
A silent light came in off the Atlantic over Swakopmund and crossed into the Namib, faster than a plane, slower than a falling star.
A screaming noise, clouds turned orange, and something with a tail plunged into the bushveld at 04:33 on New Year's Day. Police never found it.
A Phoenix woman woke her husband to film a pulsing ball of light that changed from round to oval and stayed three hours, until the sun came up.
A ring of standing stones on the edge of the escarpment, called a 75,000-year-old calendar by one man and a cattle kraal by the archaeologists.
A family filmed a knot of colour-changing lights circling high over Graaff-Reinet until a larger gold one arrived and led them off.
Nine bodies came out of one river in one wet season with their faces gone. The villagers named the thing that did it. The police named the crabs.
Sixty-two children at break time said something silver came down beside the playground, and drew the same thing for weeks.
Two nights before Ariel School, a fireball with a tail crossed the whole country. In Kariba, people said it stopped and hovered.
Four missionaries on a night hike saw a glowing orange sphere sit over the grassland and light the whole valley white, twice, in silence.
A Mirage, a secret laser cannon, a silver disc in a crater and two grey occupants. Every word came from one 24-year-old with a passport stamp.
Zimbabwe's highest mountain has a habit of not giving people back. The chiefs say it has rules. The parks board now sends a ranger up with you.
Red lights zigzagged over a Karoo railway village. By morning the school tennis court was cracked, molten and pitted, and the gum trees were dying.
A farmer and a police sergeant fired rifles at a colour-changing object in the thorn trees. Later, nine neat holes appeared in the clay.
A young woman in dark clothes asks for a lift on the Willowmore road at Easter. A few kilometres on, the seat beside you is empty.
Two policemen said their headlights found a copper disc sitting on the tar. It left in a burst of flame and took part of the road with it.
Four hills in the sand with four thousand paintings, where the spirits keep rules. One writer broke them, wrote an apology and buried it.
The Tonga said the river god would not stand for a wall across his gorge. Then the worst flood on record came, and the year after, a worse one.
A square-rigged ship under full sail with no wind, seen by a beach full of people, then not seen. The Cape has been telling this one since 1790.
A serpent as long as a bus in a bottomless cave full of diamonds, and a treasure hunter who went in and never came out.
Guests in Room 10 wake to find their clothes folded and the taps running. The hotel says that is Charlotte, and she means well.
A turret card room where the cards still shuffle, a nurse who fades, a woman in a negligee on the stairs. The Karoo's most haunted hotel, it says.
A trickster in the shape of a praying mantis, who threw his shoe into the dark and told it to be the moon. It is cold because it is only leather.
Where the lightning strikes, a bird has landed. Big as a man, black and white, and, the tradition says, very thirsty.
Short, hairy, fond of rivers and mischief, and the reason a great many beds in southern Africa stand on bricks.
A governor who died on the day he was cursed, a walled-up bell that rings itself, and a tall man who walks the battlements every few decades.
Nothing matches. Loosen a filter, or tell us what you saw.
