Betty pulled her handkerchief out of her pocket, tears streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks, she couldn’t stop the sniffling and coughing at the same time. She was running out of breath and finally gasped and chocked out her laughter with one hand holding on to her aching stomach. She hadn’t felt this alive in so
“Is that my name people are calling out?” Anyango looked around and saw people standing and clapping looking at her.” She was dumbfounded; it took a few seconds to register. It was her name they were calling. Why were all these people clapping? She looked around her seeing familiar faces, she stood and froze. Could
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
Billy dropped his duffle bag at the foot of his bed. His body drenched in sweat from running. He pounced on his bed and closed his eyes, sighing with a deep relief. He was safe. It had been weeks of running aimlessly unsure of whether he would make it home alive. He sighed repeatedly, whispering
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
Mary laughed so hard, she began to cry, her tummy ached with every heave of laughter, she clasped it with both hands as tears of joy streamed down her eyes. “You are killing me, Annie, stop!” she managed to muster in between laughs and tears. Annie continued to tell the story which left the rest