Category: Short Stories

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

Mama Kibe moves slowly. For a sixty-year-old woman, she seems to have lived over a century.

She remembers that this venue was his pick for their date. She had wanted a more uppity location but he had insisted on this one.

I didn’t think I would be forty and failing at love, yet here I was at Kasarani Police Station reporting the woman I loved.

The sun was going down in Kangemi and you could hear the drums in Makau’s compound. There were six men and five women of the cloth, singing, praying