Mkate Nusu , Slice of life
Big thing’s Poppin’

The room was green, the music was pulsating and people were jostling around Tindi rushing to get in. Tindi cautiously clutched on her bag and inched to a bar stool she saw at the counter. She had preferred the lounge seats but she didn’t like the look of the company seated in the area. “Sema

Mkate Nusu , Slice of life
Beans, Toothpaste and Blood ties

“Ketna Oganda!” Aaah! The routine never changes does it? Aunt Sue was demanding for beans, not the kind to eat, the kind you watched. Rowan Atkinson was at it again as Mr. Bean, and my aunt was in desperate need to watch him. She was nice; she never had any qualms with people. She wasn’t

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Lest We Forget

Sukuta sat on the ground head bobbing between his spread legs. His right arm rested on his right knee wielding a machete with crimson blood steadily dripping on to the dust near his feet. His son passed out on his lap, his face pale and dirty, his mouth dry and ashy, is arms and legs

Flash Fiction , Mkate Nusu , Slice of life
Akinyi’s Emancipation

Akinyi drummed her fingers on her desk to the sound of some old school Michael Jackson playing on her IPod. She was an hour behind her scheduled deadline; she genuinely didn’t care. Three hours worth of work was submitted to her 20 minutes earlier to be completed as per a client’s irrational demand. “I am

Flash Fiction , Mkate Nusu , Slice of life
Damaged Souls

The bell rung and the school was lit up by the sound of joyful screaming. Children dashed out from class; some heading for the school tuck shop to grab some snacks; others straight for the fields to continue with the games they were playing earlier. Maurice stayed in class; he wasn’t able to run out



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