This story was shortlisted for the Writivism 2016 Short Story Prize
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To be a criminal, you need a sorry background. My father works as a drunkard and my mother is the…
It was a hot day. Baba was sitting on an old, shredded reed mat under a baobab tree in the…
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.