By a Whisker || Janet Nnenna Anosike
I also believe that you and your counterparts from the northern states and indeed every state in the country should dialogue to arrive at a favourable means of peaceful coexistence.
Month: February 2022
All in a Week’s Coincidence || Margaret Chimea
But Gadafi, if indeed you are involved in this attack, I will be mad at you and the mess you have created. How will you explain this to the youth who look up to you?
All Eyes on Us || Abdullahi Ali
When he rose to speak, the raucous crowd fell silent. Some with the presence of mind whipped out their smartphones to start filming. They wanted a record of having been in Alhaji’s presence, of being part of his army, his chosen sheep.
Weaponized || Muse Daniel
Mornings were usually hectic. He had to do everything hastily so that he could catch up with public transport. In case he missed one of the shuttles, he would be forced to use a motorcycle, which was not only expensive but also required battling with dust. The bus station was empty, except for two matatus parked opposite Mama Watoto Shop. He quickly entered one of them, joining two other passengers. As he sat quietly behind them, their conversation caught his attention.
Voices from Kira || Moses Adie Uyang
The village head spoke first. “My dear people, this is one of the methods of these people. When they see we are living in disunity, they find it easy to attack us. I know, some of you know, that even with our different beliefs or backgrounds, we have lived in Kira in peace for a long time until many of our young people started believing in emptiness. Their promises are empty. I have seen seventy-nine years on earth, and with the privilege of being your leader, I can tell you this. They are empty promises.”
Lest We Forget || Waruguru Susan Chomba
Two men were beating him, stamping on him mercilessly. Without thinking twice, two men started raping Wanja and her mother as the father watched while lying in a pool of his own blood. It was the helplessness in the eyes of her dying father that hurt her the most. She will probably remember that look forever.
Dance to the Whirls ||Daniel Jaja
Kareem woke up to the beep-beep of a heart-rate monitor. He was in a hospital ward. In the intensive care unit. The lights flickered on and off for a while before stabilizing. Kareem’s eyes hurt and his head hurt even worse. He remembered.
Butterfly Upon a Wheel || Michael Omojokun
Binta understood that no creature could live in the same hole with a crab in peace. One day, she decided to relocate to her uncle’s house which was a five-minute drive away from her house.
Betrayed || Ayub Mwangi
“You see, now that they have moved the port from Mombasa to Naivasha, what are the people of Mombasa who depend on the port for a living supposed to do?” She added that this seemed like a well-orchestrated plan to kill the economy of Mombasa.
A kashe su arna || Joy Okwori
I wondered how she would feel if she knew that at Plateau Poly, where I was a student, I often bought fura da nono from the Fulani women who sat underneath the mango trees. Or that one of my best friends at school was called Abdul. But I knew that if I continued to ask questions, I would only piss her off so I kept quiet after that.