Fiction

ADDICTED TO COCOA BUTTER

You slip into bed next to your wife . 👰 Its cold. And you like that her warm hands are doing wonderful things to your naked skin. You forget yourself and start enjoying the moment. 😊😊 The tingling sensation as she rubs your back. The involuntary shudders as she traces Read more…

By Victor, ago
Fiction

TVs, WRESTLING AND DINE&DASH 😂

It is the year 2002, the month is November, and your boy is 12 years old 👦🏽. There is a mammoth teachers strike, there are scheduled elections in two months, and the general population needs the WWF wrestling show to calm it down. Some say ‘Uhuru na Kazi’, some say Read more…

By Victor, ago
Fiction

MY MOTHER’S SON

The water in the pan is boiling. It makes those angry boiling sounds that make Ma annoyed. She usually yells at me and points at the calendar, at the marked date she expects to refill the gas cylinder. ‘Are you trying to finish my gas before it’s due date?’, she Read more…

By Victor, ago
Fiction

THE BABY’S MOTHER

The baby slept peacefully. Her small, pink lips were pursed tightly, like the last words she had said before she dosed off were ‘mum’. Next to her, on the bed where she lay, her father watched over her, adjusting the pink shawl that covered her, being a first time father Read more…

By Victor, ago
Fiction

GOING BACK HOME WITH UNUSED CONDOMS

There’s four condoms instead of three. A little sticker on the side of the box says that there’s a free scented one, and that means there’s wiggle room for one more round. You throw the blue box into the pile of clothes you’ll wear later and walk into the shower. Read more…

By Victor, ago
Fiction

GUILTY FEET

Your sandals have sand on them. They are black, a rich shade of black, like how you’d imagine crude oil to appear. They have white straps, and they please you, except the sand in your toes. That you don’t like. In the distance, the waves crash against the beach slowly, Read more…

By Victor, ago
Fiction

CHANGING FOREVER

He was listening to his favourite music. It wasn’t until today that he noticed that most rhumba songs were over nine minutes long, he had always enjoyed them so much, he didn’t notice when they ended. It was always about listening to Franco singing about Kinshasa, gossip and mosquitoes, and Read more…

By Victor, ago