Proceed from Part 2 *** The next day, I commit my first robbery. It is a woman walking alone at…
Browsing: Short Stories
*Proceeds from Part 1* Father is snoring. Sometimes he growls and whistles through the nose, sometimes he sounds like the…
To be a criminal, you need a sorry background. My father works as a drunkard and my mother is the…
You have known her since you were kids. You lived in the same neighbourhood; her house was a few…
It was a hot day. Baba was sitting on an old, shredded reed mat under a baobab tree in the…
Less than week later, we would remember the bitter cold of that September night, and regret how the Council meeting…
You will stop your car and watch them run over. To you. It will feel good, to have women croon and call you handsome and strong and ask how you want it.
Let me tell you something, Father. This thing is sweet, I tell you, like a meal laced with poison. Once you taste it, you will want to eat and eat and eat.
Everyone has at least one inappropriate friend; the one who replies loudly when you whisper about someone who is within…
Originally published by The Harvard Advocate I was nine years old when Wairimu, seventeen at the time, left the letter to our…
This is an excerpt from Maid in SA- a novel by one of Africa’s greatest female voices in the lit…
It has been five years since Tati, my daughter, came to this world. Every morning, we walk together, as I…