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
Purity was rushing to church, she was late, she couldn’t afford a TukTuk, she had a 30-minute walk ahead of her. It was her day to ensure everything was set up for the 9 am service. She was panicking, there was no way to reach anyone either, she had forgotten her phone at home rushing
Anyango and her cousins were exhausted. They had been digging since dawn. They had found nothing. They had blisters from all the digging for hours; they were starving. Anyango was baffled, they had followed the path, just as they were told in the story by Mama at dinner. How could it be? Not only had
Ochuodho just sat there. He hadn’t moved from that position on the couch for hours, feet outstretched on the poof. He occasionally wiggled his toes, his pink big and little toes protruded through the torn socks. His ankle-length socks revealed bare, hairy and excessively ashy dark legs. His shorts were dirty green khakis squeezing the
Ondoro rolled his eyes as he walked back to his desk from the front of the class. He knew the teacher had it in for him. He was never good enough or smart enough even with an average 90% grade in every subject. He had to be better than best. He was so used to