short stories
They gathered us in one room. Standing around, we all looked like colorful birds in our different school uniforms. No one had told us why we were there and I really wanted…
Remember your feminist ancestors The story of princess Yennenga is Indeed an African adaptation of the popular “they lived happily ever after” fairytale. A story that speaks of strength, love, skillful doggedness,…
Martins The first memory I have of Amanda is her sitting on my lap at four years of age and declaring that she was my wife. She was a toddler of two…
The darkness was complete except for a small burst of light in the middle of the room/shack/underground tunnel. Behind that burst of light was movement, strange because this space was most often…
“This is my class, Sir,” I told the lecturer, he was blocking the door with his body and I needed to get in. I repeated myself and he looked at me with…
The waking was not abrupt. It took me days to know that I could stand and after I realized my ability, it took me weeks to be able to perfect it. You…
“Mother, how could you have done this to us? You just upped and left us as though we were sacks of potatoes you couldn’t afford to carry on your trip. You left…
I saw her that day before she did me. She was dressed in rags, hair the color of dirt. I could smell the ooze from her pits even though we weren’t in…
Bantu hurried down the night path. The sky was dark and the storm was threatening to hit earth at any moment. He silently urged his feet to move faster than ever before.…
‘You have to smile oh! It’s supposed to be your wedding.’ ‘But I’m smiling…’ ‘That is not a smile. It’s a big day, darling. Don’t ruin it.’ My mother said, wearing a…