afrolady short stories
Thelma was as timid as they came. Nothing could make her come out of her shell, not even a new environment. Her parents had moved from Nigeria to Canada in the summer…
I lay sprawled on my bed, staring at my phone screen. Few minutes ago, I received a text message from Tony. I didn’t have to check the sender’s name to know that…
As the iron gates opened, Sheila saw the first ray of sun she hadn’t seen in the last 10 years. Asides the routine work and games they were entitled to, which required…
The first time Uncle Donald had come to visit us, he’d seemed like the angel that God decided to leave back on earth. He was perfect, had the dentition of a man…
Everyone in the little community knew Efosa. He was as sturdy as a tiger clinging to its prey, as relentless as a vulture hovering over fresh meat, and he alone had the…
As she winded up and down for the umpteenth time to check the progress of movement up ahead, she couldn’t help but curse aloud. She was late for her Doctor’s appointment already.…
It was in the murky shadows of my dreams that I first heard my name. First faintly, then harsh and insistent like someone trying to water unfertile ground. The tension in the…