Category: Short Stories

Njoro came back the next day on his black mamba bicycle. The complaining of its un-oiled pedal announced him, and Mama Linda, Beatrice, and I

I won’t say it was anger that made me make the decision I did, but in retrospect, It might have had a part to play.

People need a villain and they need him perhaps more than they need a hero. They need someone to point a finger at and say, ‘That one is

1. Cat Woman No bad deed goes unpunished. When I interact with someone, I open their file in my mind and I see how they treated me from

I know, I know, I know there is someone following me. He has been following me for months. I can feel his footsteps heavy behind me.

Let me tell you how high the stakes can get; when your life is tied to another person tightly enough they are sky-high.

Wanja watches Miriam from the window. The woman her husband has been cheating on her with, and grips the boning knife in her pocket tightly.

Paul walks quickly while looking at his thin watch. He stops a lady on the road. “Can you tell me where Kencom is? I’m late for a date