I heard a knock as soon as I came out of the shower. “Who is it?” I yelled from the bathroom with my head tilted towards the door. A muffled voice responded. “Nada!” I opened the door to see her clad in a pastel red silk robe with her golden highlights scrunched up in a bun on top of her head… [6mins]

When my lover awakens he weaves his arms out from around and beneath me to stretch them far enough to reach his beer. He cracks it open between his teeth and gulps his thirst away… [4mins]

Lately, your body is always tired. No, no. It is not the walking. You have been walking from the university campus to Kikoni for two years now. Everybody tells you this before you join the great Makerere… [8mins]

In collaboration with Writivism.

Father beat mother so much the only way Little Daju knows how to express love is by violence. And so on the day he decides to propose to Tina, Little Daju (who is no longer little) comes home, beats her up proper, then sits so close to her on the floor…[12mins]

As the Ibadan-bound bus inched its way out of the busy park at Ketu, Lagos, a woman who sat by the window raised her voice above the din in the vicinity… [5mins]

There was nothing spectacular about watching the neighbour’s pool from the balcony of our fifth-floor flat. The scene below was nothing I hadn’t seen before— still, dark water that reflected no light from the mansion for which it was built, an indication of the absence of life in the big compound… [8mins]

Mandla and Siyanda’s partnership was founded on the shared premise that they were simply doing God’s work, profitably. They were now the most established and acclaimed Catholic funeral directors in Soweto… [15mins]