afrolady short stories
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…