Written by @amsysecrets Mira POV The first time I saw the balcony, I knew I wanted Lee to fuck me on it. I could see it so clearly in my mind – everything she’d do to me on her knees, with her fingers, the experience heightened knowing someone might be watching us, loving it, wanting to be a part of it. So, when she asked me to spend the night with her at the apartment, I could hardly contain my …
Category: Creative Non Fiction
Written By Highest Kite from the ‘Rebel’ collection A month ago, my mother had a hernia repair surgeryThe doctor said no to solid foods: no meats, no wheat, nor chunks of fruit; not even porridge … My …
Present Day: “You have disobeyed your vow of celibacy while training and you have led a man into our midst. I have no choice but to punish you, Ama. This will be ten lashes.” The residue …
I got high. Writing this out at this moment isn’t exactly the best decision, but fuck it. It’s gotta come out. You draw out my weaknesses and shortcomings without an ounce of empathy. You revel in …
Written by Highest Kite from the ‘Rebel’ collection her capital is your skin her borders, your dreams her language is hope her anthem is vote her currency, your life her army, your kin her motif’s been …
Years before, the dense foliage rustled as Wami hesitated before the gnarled wooden door, her heart pounding with an erratic rhythm. A tapestry of greenery enshrouded the modest hut, making it seem like an ancient secret …
Written by Highest Kite from the ‘Rebel’ collection Dreamer for fool Affordable for cheap Agreeable for comely Rude for manly Youth for fleeting Experienced for employed Government for murderers Patience for slow death Kind-hearted for gullible …
Written by Emme Kimani The village elders had gathered under the sacred fig tree at the foot of Mount Kenya. Their faces etched with fear and contorted by the flames surrounding them. Father Cristas, a young …
When I got home it was almost dark and the moon was finally taking over from the sun. We lived in a new settlement, so many of the makeshift homes, like ours, were wooden kiosks owned …
Written by Nyambura My friend fervently writes to me on 20th August: “OMG babe! I have just met the most interesting man at the Sunset Bar.” She is enjoying her vacation in Zanzibar. In response, I …
When Frank returned from work that evening, he kissed Uche on the cheek. He tucked his socks into his shoes, waving off as he always did Uche’s offer to do it for him. Ifunaya descended the …