The wizard is the son of a kapenta
I The yellow light from the low-hanging bulb shines on the right side of his…
Author Troy Onyango
Troy Onyango
Everything is moving around me. Everything apart from me. I am motionless. Maybe it’s me. Maybe I am the problem. Maybe it’s fear. Maybe I am crazy. Maybe I write a lot but keep them to myself.
The way beautiful things break
At dawn, she drags herself from the bed, leaving the sheets ruffled into a heap…
The Orchard of Broken Dreams
I Other people die and stay dead. Others leave and never come back. But not…
Onesies Never Worn
Where I come from, they don’t name a child until seven days and seven nights…
Jagged Fragments of a Father
The first time I met my father, I was a boy of twelve going thirteen.…
This is how it ends; Troy
VIII Our paths cross just long enough for me to realise this is fate’s way…
Get Your Own Wifi
There he was. Creeping in the dark. Under the starless night he lurked. And with…