Resentment
1. If you ask me how my navel ring ended up in the back seat…
Browsing: Fiction Stories
Dead On Arrival
by Jane Doe —– I am in Mama’s stomach but she doesn’t know this yet.…
I Killed a Man Last Night
It started like this. The Doc said I have a syndrome. When the syndrome comes,…
The Swahilification of Mutembei
Mutembei keenly observes Mombasa beneath the inexorable sun, a town clinging on its designated part…
Boyi
Madness entered Mama’s eyes the day Baba pushed my brother Boyi to Matwa Kei and…
Less Than a Thing [part 3]
Proceed from Part 2 *** The next day, I commit my first robbery. It is…
Less Than a Thing [part 2]
*Proceeds from Part 1* Father is snoring. Sometimes he growls and whistles through the nose,…
Less Than a Thing [part1]
To be a criminal, you need a sorry background. My father works as a drunkard…
You Beg For The Little Things
You also beg for the little things. You beg him to eat. You beg him…
She Would Talk To Her God
She would talk to her god, often, and he would respond. ‘But,’ she would start,…