How long have you been here?” His colleague asks, fleetingly. “One year three months.” He responds with a despondent icy tone. He tries to force a grin and paint a perfect picture but all that comes out is a broken smile. [1min]

Do you like playing games? You would if you grew up immersed in poverty and squalor. Too poor to have toys and books, too squalid to be daunted by the danger, dirt and odour of the dank streets I wandered as a child… [10mins]

Our Lady of Perpetual Help Church towers high above the surrounding structures like a tall elder brother in the middle of his younger siblings. You’ve never been inside the church though you drove past it every day on your way to work… [6mins]

In collaboration with Bahati Books.

Simon had reported, fairly settled in his new job and was bubbling with excitement. It was on a Friday where he had just enjoyed a sumptuous meal with his new colleagues, as they had taken him to one of the restaurants they frequented for lunch… [10mins]

Fanta sat at the counter of her aunt’s shop and watched the street. It was still in the stifling afternoon heat, and not many people were moving up and down… [6mins]

In collaboration with Bahati Books.

I was seated, as usual, next to the window towards the rear of the TaxiBe. Next to me, on my right, sat an elegant young man in his mid-thirties… [6mins]

The first time he had the nightmare was on the evening of a hectic Monday. He had barely laid his measly bones on the verandah’s old bench when he experienced the untold horror… [15mins]