…wherein Razim is stuck… Razim never once passed a chance to complain that he never had enough time to do all he wanted to, and so it was quite a surprise that when time froze one day, he had no use for it. To his credit though, it wasn’t just time that froze, his body … More Microfiction Monday #5: Frozen.
Part Two Perhaps this is as good a time as any to let you know that you’re going to die. No I don’t mean that in an existential kind of way, ‘All living things will die’, no I mean that you, sadly have no further part to play beyond this story. This is the end … More The Tormented
Part One A perfectly rational individual spends dinner with friends, shares his day’s misadventures with them and laughs heartily at every joke they throw in, but only six hours later is discovered wandering the streets, carrying a bazooka and laughing like a maniac. Wouldn’t you say that is the very definition of rapid decline? Of … More The Tormented
Parachute. A bit late to the scene, (more than a year to be precise), but here’s my entry to the 30-word fiction challenge by Magunga: He told himself he would do anything to be part of their group. “Stupid!” He cried one day, fumbling with his parachute handle on his first and last ever skydive.
The saving grace of any Swahili wedding, however, no matter how dislikeable to those invited, is of course the feast, or feasts.Tonight’s feast even has a name, Kombe la Bwanaharusi, the groom’s cup or something like that. … More A ‘Simple’ Swahili Wedding
…He never truly understood the circus that was politics and he did not much care about trying to. He’d been relieved of that burden when he joined the police force. He had a commanding officer above him, whose orders he had to follow. That officer had another one above him and so on all the way to the commander-in-chief. When the orders came trickling down the chain of command, there was no time for a “maybe let’s think about this first” discussion…. … More The Lion Loses His Mane II
Badi leafed through the earlier pages with his thumb pinned on the current page, like a bookmark. He stopped somewhere closer to the center before he began reciting, “Look, here he says: ‘African politics, like most things about our continent, have taken on an ugly and painfully unassailable face that seems to veer further and further from the vision that spurred on the freedom fighters of the African nations…’”
The old man considered that point for a moment, his son’s narrating voice a backdrop against the conversation inside his mind… … More The Lion Loses His Mane