Stories

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.”

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.

Hate Is Like Party Jollof || Bọ́ládalẹ́ Tèmítọ́pẹ́ Maryam

Abdullah saw the hate, felt the touch of the anger, heard the thrust of the weapon and then felt the pain. As Abdullah looked into the eyes of the man who had stabbed him, he saw his own fear reflected in his killer. He saw the eyes of the politician’s daughter from his independence day operation, pleading as he had thrust his manhood into what was left of her after the rest of the gang had had their way with her. He saw her blood mingle with his.

Kisasi by Sonnia Gitome

“I don’t know why my father chose the path that he chose. I am his daughter but nothing like him. I have carved my own path. I value human life; I respect the law and I’m here because I believe I can safeguard the constitution and the citizens of this country.” As she said the last words, she saw several officers exchange looks. The answer seemed to satisfy them because she got the job.