You and a group of friends arrived at Mr. Mugisha’s compound with the last echoes of the sun on a Thursday evening, eager and joyful, ready for all Maria’s Giveaway ceremony would bring… [6mins]

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]

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]