Download and enjoy this free collection of shortlisted stories from the AFREADA Photo-Story Competition.
The first time I reported a boy in my class for biting and breaking my pencil, I did not know how to express what he had done. I knew how to speak Igbo properly, but we were prohibited from speaking any language that was not English in my school… [5mins]
Today, Yaw had an interview. He had sent out countless applications without so much as an acknowledgment, so today was a sign from the gods that his luck was about to change… [18mins]
How do I even begin? This is the 14th time I’ve written to you. I know they’ve sent you my obituary, so right now, you’re probably at home with our daughter, crying over a dead body buried somewhere in this African soil without a marked grave to visit. Sometimes I wish it were true… [2mins]
His heart pounded so hard he couldn’t hear the TV. With the force of a pestle striking a mortar, it threatened to burst through his chest as he retrieved the proposal from his safe… [7mins]
That time of the month. Again. Nkiruka’s period always surprised her, despite its regularity… [12mins]
In this country, a boss should always be bald and have a big belly. My uncle isn’t bald, he hasn’t got a big belly, and you don’t realise, the first time you see him, that he’s the actual boss of a big office in the centre of town… [1min]
This story was published as a finalist of the AFREADA x Africa Writes Competition.
In this country, a boss should always be bald and have a big belly. My uncle isn’t bald, he hasn’t got a big belly, and you don’t realise, the first time you see him, that he’s the actual boss of a big office in the centre of town… [1min]
This story was published as a finalist of the AFREADA x Africa Writes Competition.
