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She would talk to her god, often, and he would respond. ‘But,’ she would start, as far back as she…
I was fingered once on my back, in front of the maize cobs that waved in my mother’s backyard. I…
His short dreadlocks fell on either side of his face giving the impression that he was brisk, risqué – just…
“Grandpa, Chinedu is too small to take snuffs. Don’t you know that you are destroying his lungs by giving it…
Originally published in Arts and Africa * This man Madam Nyambura calls Daktari does not look to me like a…
If brevity is indeed the soul of wit, then just how many words does a writer need to tell a…
You knew it, even before you stepped inside, even before you entered the half closed door – that something was…
You stand out in the cold. You have on a brown pair of pants, a white shirt, a soft blue…
Looking into his eyes that night, she knew exactly what she wanted, which was unusual, because she hardly ever had…
You were on your way home when you died. It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless.…
She moaned as he dismounted but it was more out of relief than pleasure. He slumped face down beside her,…