Flash Fiction Mkate Nusu Slice of life
Karma the Unhelpful Bitch

Otin, cupped his hand and looked at his nails and shrugged. He lifted his pinky and shoved it up his nostrils in a violent act. His finger wiggled in his crinkled nostril, his eyes darting from side to side. It looked as if he was looking for something lodged up in his brain he was

Pondering Reflections Slice of life
Please. Clean Your Toilets

I always judge a place by its bathroom. I tend to find most public toilets gross, just by the mere fact, many people use them. For the most part, I can use them, as long as they are cleaned well. In 2014, I was part of a team that organized the Sondeka festival. The festival

Flash Fiction Slice of life
Laughter Made Christmas

“Siku Kuu! Siku Kuu! Siku Kuu!” the children screamed waving their hands in the air, clothes flapping in the wind as they ran towards the river. The adults spilt out of the church as the choir sang Christmas Carols. There was a lot of laughter and chatter as people eased out of the church compound

Flash Fiction Mkate Nusu Slice of life
The Bare Essentials

Hawi stood in front of the mirror brushing her teeth wrapped in her Kikoi. Her eyes sizing herself up, she touched her cheeks tapping on warts on her cheekbones, she pressed hard against them. No pain, just black spots that never seemed to go away. She rinsed her toothbrush and spat into the sink, gargling

Flash Fiction Love/Friendship/Romance Slice of life
She Who Shall Not Be Named

“So what car do you drive now?” Ali inquired grinning from ear to ear, eyes brows raised suggestively. Musyoka shrugged and sipped his beer. “Come on, bana, si nowadays I just see you on the news, celeeeeeb!” Ali was getting pushy. Musyoka tried to avoid the conversation, turning his gaze to the football match on

Flash Fiction Slice of life Suspense
Misunderstood

Ella tiptoed around the room in her converse sneakers, hand flipped perpendicular to her forearm pretending to walk in heels. Her lips moved but no sound came out. She seemed to be having an intense conversation with an imaginary person. “She’s been at it for hours, just let her be?” Mark told Dave as he inched



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