Category: Short Stories

There was a circus before we got to the sacrifice of blood. “I have heard that you are showing people your breasts?” The Great Healer began.

“There is another man that is stopping Beatrice from loving her husband,” the witch doctor sang in an irritating cadence.

Beatrice had become somewhat of a celebrity in Churo village. “A woman drinking alcohol?” My father Mateo rattled. “Abomination!”

“Look at my hips, do you want to hold my hips, Katana?” Beatrice continued in slurred speech while walking towards me.

You'll remember the crate of Tusker that lived underneath Njoro's bed, the one that was a bottle short? Beatrice had developed a taste for it.

“Katana, that roof has gone a day without being swept,” Mama Linda barked at me and I pretended not to have heard her.

You will remember the watery cabbage and ugali I used to get paid with. That was the first thing that left the table.

I heard Njoro had put out 8Kg maize flour reward to whoever could find us, and bring us to him.