Flash Fiction Mkate Nusu Slice of life
Retail Therapy

Shana walked into the shoe shop and smiled, she saw those stunning 3-inch heels she had been jonesing for, for the last three weeks. Immediately she got a text confirmation from the bank that she had been paid, she melted.  Her face was engulfed with a huge smile punctuated by a squeal of joy as

Flash Fiction Mkate Nusu Slice of life
The Beast of Comparison

Yogo looked at his shoes, his eyes steadily inching to his trousers. He rubbed his thighs and lifted his eyes to steal a look at the man opposite him, the scent of his cologne saturated the room demanding attention as soon as he sat. The scent was subtle but pervasive, it wasn’t roaring and stinging

Fantasy Mkate Nusu Slice of life
To be or not to be?

Anyango woke up to the sound of a spitting small engine of a boda-boda motorcycle taxi zooming past her bedroom window. She opened her eyes and prayed. “God thank you that I can trust you, thank you that my life does matter and I have a hope and future…” she whispered desperately to believe what

Flash Fiction Mkate Nusu Slice of life
Time for a Break

The sky was calm, clear, blue, and rich; like the ocean. Onyancha knew it was a sign. After months of long and destructive torrential rain, Onyancha awoke to a new day. The trees and hedges around him were a rich green, almost royal, demanding attention. He took the deepest breath he could that morning and

Mkate Nusu Monologue Slice of life
Fat, Midnight skinned and FAB-U-LOUS!

So I was curious, we all get curious about this stuff. So where do you go when you want a quick fix mercury-laced skin ‘purifier’? Say it with me all you insecure men and women….Yes you said it! In Nairobi, you have River road; bleach town, with women exposing themselves to heavy amounts of mercury

Flash Fiction Mkate Nusu Slice of life
Swahili – my childhood nemesis

Everyone was laughing. Again! I had no idea what the joke was about, everyone was beaming. Some joke it must have been, I hated the science class, the teacher and being in this school. I doodIed in my notebook as I waited for class to end. Mrs. Mugo always spent most of her time teaching



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