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When the Balance Is Restored – by Henry Chukwuemeka Onyema
‘‘I am fed up. Fed up. Fed up.’’ Rose sounded like an old-fashioned LP stuck in its groove as she flipped onto her bed for a rare moment of respite. What kind of a goddamned life was she living? She sighed deeply. Recently the days had been hell, but today...
The Ultimate High
‘’This is the life!’’ Onya piped excitedly. Before her stood a brand new car, on all fours, glistening, rubber and metal wheels!
‘’I’m glad you like it,’’ Mr Bako’s voice reeked of satisfied, condescending pride.
‘’Like it? I LOVE it!’’...
Rowani – A Jude Ifeme Short Story
My mother told me trouble doesn’t know when to choose, so she chooses the wrong time; not because she hates us but because she doesn’t know when to choose.
“You are pregnant,” Aunty Misiu had told me.
I was afraid. I thought only mothers got pregnant. “Why...
Dambudzo Marechera – Fiction by Abigail George
Yesterday
Yesterday I tramped in dog shit or a huge pile of cow poop (I don’t care much for chicken poop but that would have been okay) when I was walking home and a group of girls who were watching me with their school skirts hiked up high above their knees...
Litany – A Short Story by Uche Omar
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I am the broom leaning against the wall; the ladle full of piping hot soup. I am the hands that launder, the sagging breast suckled by many children. I am the worn wrapper smelling of yesterday’s cooking. The eyes that tear as you peel onions. Mine is the...
Lost in Transit – A Short Story by Austyn Njoku
Oku ngwo nye m otu mpi palm wine tapper, give me one cup
Ka m nuo n’afo to drink into my stomach
Nye m otu mpi o o give me one cup o...
Angels Amongst Us – Fiction by Ahmed Maiwada
The Whispering Jinni says to his human master, “Black President, your traitor friend is in the audience tonight; the snitching journalist!”
The master wears yellow-and-red floral print pantaloons with no top. His forehead was flat and broad, like a threshing...
Rude Was The Shock – A Short Story by Alexander Nderitu
The murder wouldn’t have occurred if old Mrs. Manish hadn’t left her bathroom tap running.
Arriving at my Knight Mutual Insurance office, I was informed that a Mrs. Manish, her daughter, Leela, and her granddaughter, Devi, were leaving their home in Nairobi’s...
Behind The Dust – A Story by Jude Ifeme
It’s been one year since the chaos and bloodbath in 12th Mile, but the relics of the violence and destruction still littered the streets; burnt-out cars down the alleys, a few houses razed to the ground in attempts to smoke-out their occupants, skeletons of motorbikes...
Thousand Metre Sea Shell – A Short Story by Tristan Jacobs
AMY: I’ve never liked the mist. It always makes me feel… as if everything will disappear. And become unreal.- Concealment by Reza de Wet.
The mosquito’s life ended in a smear of blood against the window. Felix pulled back his hand with...
