The hug called grace
In James Kengeni’s church group of nine, silence stamped the room when he shared that as a seven year old, he had killed his baby
June 4, 2024
Fiction
Today it ends
Today “So, then, what are you?” “Because you don’t agree when I say that you are beautiful, intelligent kind and…” “Tough,” I chipped in. “Hahaha,”
May 29, 2024
Charm: a short story
Photograph by Mdipak Photography Tonight is rather cold. So when the scent of the night rose pulls into my nostrils, intoxicating me and evoking memories
March 26, 2024
Miriam: a compilation of a formally serialized short story
Photograph by Adrian McDonald Photography PART I We were paraded in the school staffroom, about 17 of us, from different classes. Miriam was singled out,
March 19, 2024
Outliers, Fringes, smoke.
📷 Photograph by Adrian McDonald Photography “So, then, what are you?” “Because you don’t agree when I say that you are beautiful, intelligent and kind
March 18, 2024
God’s thoughts
Baby, my hand is turning the sands, reading the thoughts of God on you. From Arabia to the Kalahari, Beyoncé to Buari His thoughts run
March 18, 2024
Demons: A short story
📷 Adrian McDonald Photography If he thought he looked dapper the night before, then he was dashing that Saturday morning at the church. It was
March 16, 2024
Generations: A short story
📷 Adrian McDonald Photography My mother had the appearance of someone who might have made a freakish model in her younger days; the kind that
March 15, 2024
Night skies and dirt mouth: A short story
When my best friend lifts her legs and puts them on the table, I know that she is drunk and will spend the night. So,
March 14, 2024
Dead undead: A short story
📷 Adrian McDonald Photography Today, on a Sunday morning, as they lazed in bed under their grey covers, he had been the one that had
March 10, 2024
Rebel: A (fakini) short story
“Fakini,” he said. “You told the chairman fakini?” “Yes,” I insulted the chairman. I could not control myself. They said my mother had been a
March 9, 2024
The many women I am: a poem
Background: This initially was not a poem, just an outflow of words that came at a point when I was consumed with understanding who I
March 7, 2024
