Nightdancing
The faces started to blur after a while. Why remember them? Each one was the…
Browsing: Quickie
The way beautiful things break
At dawn, she drags herself from the bed, leaving the sheets ruffled into a heap…
Caníbales
The phone rang. Mama picked. Three minutes after ‘hello’ she was still listening. “Thank you,”…
Onesies Never Worn
Where I come from, they don’t name a child until seven days and seven nights…
I Killed a Man Last Night
It started like this. The Doc said I have a syndrome. When the syndrome comes,…
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,…
Stan’s Motorbike | by Oprah K Oyugi
Your neon green bandage mini skirt rolls up as you sit on his bare, hairy…
I Smile Back – by Abigail Arunga
There’s a chunk of my finger in the potato salad. Only because everyone at this…
A Tale of Two Fingers | by Abigail Arunga
I was fingered once on my back in front of the maize cobs that waved…