Stan’s Motorbike | by Oprah K Oyugi
Your neon green bandage mini skirt rolls up as you sit on his bare, hairy…
Browsing: Quickie
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…
Honeyed Memories & Other Pictories by Ngartia Bryan and Kimani Wandaka
A pictory is a picture and a story speaking of and from each other. That is how…
God Erred on a Sunday
It is a rare Sunday when the guest preacher doesn’t speak about a seventh heaven.…
A Sentence I Wish I Wrote; African Writers Confess
Sometimes I find myself reading stories from books, blogs, social media posts, newspapers, poems (not…
Encounter
His short dreadlocks fell on either side of his face giving the impression that he…
Sila
When Sila thinks about it, what she remembers most is the stillness that enveloped their…
You Little Boy Whom I Don’t Know
You little boy whom I don’t know. Your exact age, I don’t know that either…
Snuff Me Out
“Grandpa, Chinedu is too small to take snuffs. Don’t you know that you are destroying…
