Category: Short Stories

Little was known about Njoro, and so there were a lot of rumors going around. “He had worked for a mhindi in Nairobi and stolen a fortune,” some

I said a small prayer after getting out of bed. If I was going to be robbed of my earthly body, I at least wanted God to save

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.