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]
The Skype message had read; “Hey you 🙂 , long time! I’m back in Nairobi in two weeks…would be great to catch up, maybe even plan to meet? Can we Skype next weekend? Hope you’re well!” [7mins]
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.