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I Smile Back

here's a chunk of my finger in the potato salad Only because everyone at this bloody party needs more me in them Maybe it'll remove the electricity pole in their arses For example...

A Tale of Two Fingers

I was fingered once on my back, in front of the maize cobs that waved in my mother's backyard I remember itchy grass and an uncomfortable feeling that something was poking...

God Erred on a Sunday

t is a rare Sunday when the guest preacher doesn’t speak about a seventh heaven He speaks tangible stuff like life and truth with a peculiar humour that is inescapable and we...

Encounter

His short dreadlocks fell on either side of his face giving the impression that he was brisk, risqué – just the right amount of dangerous He was talking on the phone looking at...

Sila

When Sila thinks about it, what she remembers most is the stillness that enveloped their tiny house after Sila grew up in rural Kenya in one of those farm houses that dot the...

Snuff Me Out

“Grandpa, Chinedu is too small to take snuffs Don’t you know that you are destroying his lungs by giving it to him You ask your grandfather as he is teaching your younger...

How Real Men Are Made

Originally published in Arts and Africa This man Madam Nyambura calls Daktari does not look to me like a doctor doctor, maybe just one of those people who know how to cut...

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