Category: Fiction

Share this… Facebook 0 Pinterest 0 Twitter Linkedin 0 Telegram Whatsapp He was 19, bursting with the type of energy that only comes with being

Share this… Facebook 0 Pinterest 0 Twitter Linkedin 0 Telegram Whatsapp I am seated with someone who, up until a few minutes ago, i thought

Share this… Facebook 0 Pinterest 0 Twitter Linkedin 0 Telegram Whatsapp I should have put a stop to it the first time it happened. I

Share this… Facebook 0 Pinterest 0 Twitter Linkedin 0 Telegram Whatsapp This is how it all begun. It was the beginning of the end. If

Share this… Facebook 0 Pinterest 0 Twitter Linkedin 0 Telegram Whatsapp   “That….that thing lying over there is not my baby,” he said slowly through

Share this… Facebook 0 Pinterest 0 Twitter Linkedin 0 Telegram Whatsapp I have never understood why I dread this day so much. Year after year,

Share this… Facebook 0 Pinterest 0 Twitter Linkedin 0 Telegram Whatsapp Gasoline Plastic bags Starter fluid Acetone hydrogen Gunpowder and guncotton   *                    * 

Share this… Facebook 0 Pinterest 0 Twitter Linkedin 0 Telegram Whatsapp Honorable Ontii stretched himself leisurely on the coach, although leisure was the last thing

Share this… Facebook 0 Pinterest 0 Twitter Linkedin 0 Telegram Whatsapp The tension between them was palpable. So much so that in fact, you could

Share this… Facebook 0 Pinterest 0 Twitter Linkedin 0 Telegram Whatsapp The truth hit her so hard it felt like a physical blow. She tried

Share this… Facebook 0 Pinterest 0 Twitter Linkedin 0 Telegram Whatsapp She was a late bloomer. The sudden revelation was the only thing going through

Share this… Facebook 0 Pinterest 0 Twitter Linkedin 0 Telegram Whatsapp He found her lying on her back, legs parted and bent on the knees.

Share this… Facebook 0 Pinterest 0 Twitter Linkedin 0 Telegram Whatsapp It was easier to carry placards in the streets of the capital city and

Share this… Facebook 0 Pinterest 0 Twitter Linkedin 0 Telegram Whatsapp Nora knew that smirk on her husband’s face pretty well. She’d seen it a

Share this… Facebook 0 Pinterest 0 Twitter Linkedin 0 Telegram Whatsapp  by John Aggrey  Maureen buried her head in her palms, her mind in a

Share this… Facebook 0 Pinterest 0 Twitter Linkedin 0 Telegram Whatsapp The four men in the club house looked frail and tired, very much unlike

Share this… Facebook 0 Pinterest 0 Twitter Linkedin 0 Telegram Whatsapp OmG why I’m I trying this hard??? What the hell happened to all those

Share this… Facebook 0 Pinterest 0 Twitter Linkedin 0 Telegram Whatsapp Honey, why are we fighting, while we could be making love….. Don’t tell me