Drama Flash Fiction Mkate Nusu
Young & Violent

“For health and strength and daily food, we praise thy name oh! Lord! Ameeeeen!” Everyone chorused at the table. Macy began to serve Sofia who was seated next to her and Andrew started to serve Kevin next to him. Macy and Andrew weren’t really doing anything new; it was the daily dinner routine the two

Drama Flash Fiction Mkate Nusu
Distress Call

“What is that noise?”  Auma wondered what the sound of jeering in the background was. “The kids are playing outside; I heard one called Rooney!” Mwende retorted. “Rooney!” Auma burst out in laughter. “Don’t hate, that parent was prophesying over their child. They wanted a football superstar in that house, you never know.” Mwende retorted

Drama Flash Fiction Mkate Nusu
He Lives!

He yawned and stretched culminating in a shudder. The nurse dashed in flushed and grinning from ear to ear. “Let’s take your vitals, Peter.” Peter was a bit confused, looking around him wondering what the fuss was and where he was. A sharp pain surged through his arm, “not to worry just checking on you

Drama Flash Fiction Mkate Nusu
Where do we Go from Here?

“What does that mean?” Oyoo pointed at a sign he couldn’t quite understand. The sign read in bold: RUDI KWENU JALUO JINGA JEURI! “It means some people are angry and mean to others.” Akinyi responded to her son. “Why? Did the people do something wrong?” Akinyi smiled apprehensively at Oyoo. “No, they just don’t understand

Drama Flash Fiction Mkate Nusu
No More

Tap! Tap! Tap! The pen hit the table rhythmically. Pamela released a weighted sigh puffing her cheeks as the air exited her mouth. She looked around and gave a half smile and half sneer at an imaginary person. She spun her pen faster this time between her fingers, tapping her foot impatiently on the bar

Drama Flash Fiction
Cursed

Dejak and Omolo had never seen eye to eye on anything, until today. They spent their entire childhood fighting each other over one thing or another. Dejak was the practical joker, he once had a friend play dead outside Omolo’s hut, smeared him in red ochre to look like he had bled from a spearing.

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