Uche wanted to tear out her own ears. “What did you say?” She asked her daughter, Ifunaya. “Say it again, I did not hear you well.” “I said that. . .Uncle Frank entered my room last …
Category: Creative Non Fiction
Written by Highest Kite I love how we hug hello: my arms and legs wrapped around your torso, your nose digging into my neck saying, “You smell nice babe.” I’m only here for a quickie. In …
Written by Highest Kite I believe my eyes are the best of my features, but my face cannot be part of my first erotic images and neither can my mane of pubis hair. Around 6 PM, …
Written By Highest Kite The year is 2020 and my self-worth is at rock bottom, again. I smoke weed to ease the ache but with Covid, everyone is home and I can only smoke either early …
Written by Nyambura Thursday A typical conversation goes like: 19:56 PM Henry: Where are you? 19:57 PM B: Why? 19:57 PM Henry: Why not? 19:58 PM B: Well… 19:58 PM Henry: Hope you had a great …
Written by Nyambura ‘Let everything happen to you. The beauty and the terror; just keep going; no feeling is final.’ Ranier Marie Rilke, JoJo Rabbit. It is 6.30 am, Thursday, in July. The sun is rising …
Boosted by her friends’ encouragement, Abena showed up in front of Senna’s door the next morning at 11 am. Since it was a Saturday, she knew that he would be up and about at the time …
“Can we take this slowly?” Abena pleaded, pushing at Senna’s chest. Senna pulled back, a mixture of hurt and bafflement on his face. “Slowly? Abena, we’ve been dating for a month now, and I have been …
Written by Audrey Obuobisa-Darko “Leviticus 23:27,” the boarding school chaplain at Aburi Holy Mother of Homosexual Correction School calls out. We crack the air with our seven-tailed whips. They make a communal whooshing sound, as though …
Written by Nyambura Nothing is as elusive as time and in days like these, I want it to stop so that I can savour the moment, take a mental picture of this wonderful view of the …