Ululations ring around her. Dancers dressed in colourful khanga dance to the msondo ngoma. It is a nostalgic moment for her. She is supposed to be proud but...
Author - Sandra A. Mushi
I am an artist. Practicing Interior Architecture Designing. I used to write a lot back then. But with work and all, my time became tight. I went on a holiday in April 2004 and took with me a few books by Maya Angelou and Iyanla Vanzant. I then started some soul searching which got me into writing - first into poems and now into short stories - I haven't looked back since then. SANDRA'S DEN.
A group of children ganged up on me. Mama mkubwa’s children were in the group; they shouted and leered the most. One of the children kicked my shins...
She couldn’t keep her eyes awake though she felt drowsy. Maybe from the herbal concoction he had made her drink. This one seemed to be much stronger than the...
“Ni shetani! Forgive me, it was the devil that tricked me!” He wailed out loudly, “I didn’t mean to! I swear I didn’t mean to! It was the devil.” I watched...
They are all so desperate, gullible and insecure! Greedy too! They will do anything to get their ways. How sad! And on Sundays, they sit on the very first...
“Karibu yakhe,” Baba Amina calls out at a passerby. Baba Amina is lying on the mkeka Mama Amina has laid on the baraza, positioned in a strategic corner where...
She didn’t want to be her mother. We all knew that. All her girls knew that. All her mashoga. She worked so hard in making herself the perfect little woman...
“We have arrived,” a soft voice woke me up as a soft hand shook me gently. Startled and still dazed from my deep nap, I turned around to put a face to the...
Loudly I call out to God – if He really is out there – to give me another chance. If I come out of this alive, I swear I never ever will do this again, I...
“Hee!” she clapped her hands dramatically in shock as she walked into the lounge unannounced, “you are still here? I thought we gave you three...
