Happiness

By Ketrina Damazio H collects his first batch of happiness at 6:05 am. He disentangles from the furls of their bluish thick bedsheets, his head first, then his hands, then his legs. A whirlpool of wet winds embraces his chin making his goatee to propel south and west...

Not my Daughter

A scream echoed through the night. Waris winced in pain as a wave of contractions hit her: the first of many. Despite it being the middle of the night, the refugee camp bustled with life. Children ran barefoot between the narrow alleyways, the sound of their laughter...

Linda Mulamba: The Proposition

Mayamiko held the worn out jersey to herself as she walked down the deserted street. The jersey was old and had holes, it provided little to no warmth. The rain had started in the afternoon and persisted till it was time for her to knock off in the late afternoon. Her...

Annabel Maduka: The Trial

Andrew drew a deep breath, he closed his eyes trying to hide the tears in his eyes. “Andrew”, he opened his eyes after his lawyer, Grace Kondowe, tapped him on the shoulder. He looked around the place, looking at the tall building standing firm in front of him. This...