This story took place in ‘99, near the end of the old millennium. I suppose the dawn of a new era paves the way for mysterious things. That year, I was a final year student of Banking Finance in the University of Cape Coast, Ghana… [6mins]

White flakes float from her head and rest on her collar. Every so often she pats her head like there is no brain to care for inside and more flakes fall down… [5mins]

Ammar was devastated to find out that Superman would not feature at his seventh birthday. He stood there, furiously mute, with his red and blue school bag still on his back… [8mins]

At the bottom of every well, there dwells a mystical little creature with large bat-like ears and big round eyes the colour of charcoal. Its skin is the dark brown of moist loam, and between little fingers and little toes, skin webs across, giving its limbs the appearance of fins… [8mins]

Clothes, everywhere. Clothes removed with an urgency of passion that now seemed spent. Two lovers lying on a poster bed. Bed in a hotel room with its balcony door open. A sultry wind beckons at the soft curtains, raising it ever so lightly, like a practiced voyeur’s peep… [4mins]