Whizz! The first bike sped by. Some people turned, but not with much concern. When a second and a third sped by, conversations on the street stalled and finger pointing began. Everyone was trying to gauge what this was all about. A little boy holding his father’s hand began to jump up and down pointing
There was a huge suction sound, followed by a scream and a huge thud and moan. Larry quickly jumped to his feet frantically looking around and trying to make sense of how he got to his current location. It was pitch dark. No sound at all. But in the distance there was a flickering flame
Rickety! Rickety! Rickety! Bump! Bump! Bump! The bus hobbled on the rough road. The journey out of Ragada had only begun but Osborne was already bored. The hobbling was making him dizzy and he was craving some sweet potatoes and fried liver for some reason. It was 7am; they had only been on the road
I crashed last week, the motivation once again was gone and I felt overwhelmingly depressed. There was one day last week that I genuinely felt suicidal. I remember, I was looking for something to wear in my wardrobe,and for a moment, I felt excited at the thought of ending it all. I felt genuine relief at
Obiero had been floating for days in the middle of Lake. His mouth was dry, white and cracked. He had only come too almost toppling over the boat with his rash rise. He thought he was in his bed. He felt a sharp pain on his forehead. He cupped it with his steadier hand. His
My friend George had called me on Sunday and asked me if I could join him in the queue early on Tuesday to vote. When I mean early, I am not taking about poll station opening time at 6 am- early. Noooooo. I am talking 3.30 am /4 am in the queue waiting for the