Our Father, They murmured in unison as he opened the door. He arrived home in time to lead Bible study. It was the only time he felt like the head of the house… [3mins]
Nyamwezi knew love. Uchi introduced it to her and she learned that it was simple. She learned love as fast as she learned attraction, chemistry, and the demanding task of obsession…[4mins]
I look at the menu, turning every page and fighting the urge to offer Jenny helpful suggestions on what to eat. I stop myself as it would make me what I seek to forget, and I am not that person anymore. At least so I tell myself… [10mins]
In collaboration with Writivism.
As a young girl in college, Anna followed the latest fashion trends. Our nails were covered in shockingly bright pink nail varnish, absolute white, screaming reds, and ultra-fashionable black and gold… [6mins]
Kidogo was a hurricane; Sunshine, a pastor’s daughter. Both followed a strict diet of water, mandazies, Sunday School and each other’s secrets… [8mins]
Theresa stared anxiously at the grey-haired physician who seemed in no hurry to break the silence. Instead, he returned her stare calmly, while the pages detailing her test results wilted between his damp fingers… [4mins]
An excerpt from Frances Mensah Williams’ latest novel.
I arise before the sun begins its westward journey, before the roosters sing their morning assertions, before Ahmed steals back to Alhaja’s compound next door… [3mins]
When you sit on a bench in Main Mall, Gaborone, you will see many things: two girls in matching tops holding hands, their faces turned to each other to trade girlish whispers… [2mins]
The summer I turned nine, my father surprised us all by announcing that he would be taking motorcycle lessons the following week. At the time, my brother and I were slurping spaghetti from our dinner plates, and my mother was spooning sweetcorn from the pot in her hands… [20mins]