Mwanzia opened his eyes and took in his surroundings, the grey mouldy walls made his chest tighten. He could feel the particles of mould float into his nostrils he hacked and spat violently on the floor to expel them. He raised his hands to wipe his mouth, he was stuck, he raised his upper torso
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.
Gunshots pierced the air, women and children scuttled like roaches across the city streets dodging bullets. An occasional scream of agony as flesh and bone was shattered by flying shrapnel and debris. A woman lay in the middle of the street, one leg was trapped underneath huge concrete debris, and her free leg was broken
Mwende sat in the sandpit staring at the wind as it blew the trees from side to side when the wind got strong, she would scoop some sand in her little bucket and toss it over her head enjoying the whip of the sand. It tickled her; she giggled ecstatically. The nanny, Susan, was seated
Neema was startled by the sound of a bottle breaking, she didn’t see where it came from, she just saw it land and shatter right before her. She jumped and bolted into a sprint, she heard a deep voice chuckle. The chuckle was quickly disrupted by a violent belch. She turned to see the clown
There he was in the big city in the sun spinning round and round in the middle of the street. Buses were hooting and matatus swerving and causing pile-ups by the side. “Fala wewe!” some drivers shouted while flipping ‘the bird’ at him. His arms were spread out and he was soaking up the city