Category: Story Time
The Art of Storytelling
Let me begin by saying, I’m no expert. I’m learning and I want to be better. I’ve read books with amazing stories that were ruined by something I couldn’t let go of because, in my estimation, the reaction of the character wasn’t plausible. Or a plot twist was utilized in an attempt to make the…
An Anthropologist?
At what age do we learn social behaviour? I’ve been watching my nieces and nephews grow up and trying to figure out exactly when they edit their speech, or their behaviour in order to fit in. Surprisingly, two of my nephews seem to have taken after a younger me. We’re observers, not participants. The disadvantages…
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Once upon a time a woman gave birth to a son, the first seed of her womb. When he was placed upon her breast, tiny and wrinkled, the weight of her hopes and dreams descended upon him. The crooning of family and friends who laid eyes upon him bolstered her hopes and she built formidable…
Recruitment Pamphlet
Welcome. Your mother told you not to join a gang. But here you are, foolish rebel. You have romanticized this moment but it is not going to turn out the way you think. You need to stop watching movies. There is no information in there that will tell you the truth. We live hard lives,…
Thankful to all my subscribers
The African Literature Magazine on Flipboard has gone from strength to strength. What a journey! Thank you for being a part of the journey in 2014 and for continuing strong into 2015. With 15,491 subscribers catching up on stories coming out of Africa, it is easy to forget where we started. With humble beginnings in…
Micro 0107: Bad Dream
Once upon a time a young man met a young lady. In his presence, she effervesced and he was run over by his emotions into the dream of romance. In her words he found comfort and the missing companion with whom he could share his innermost being. You see, this young man carried great pain…
Something Old for Something New
For Your Love I see you, Dark Chocolate Swinging your hips to the throom throom of this foreign music Your skirt so short, my imagination is unnecessary Your titties jiggling in your dress like the many eyes trying to keep up with them. Know that I love you, no matter what That the tears of…
Micro082914: Use Dodo
He sensed an opportunity here. The long plastic contraband had been burning a hole in his mind, worried his mother might find it when she cleaned out their room. “Bend!” He commanded.
Micro080214: Saved
Once upon a time, a thirteen-year-old girl imagined herself in love. In the secret places of her mind, she allowed images to overwhelm her, carbon copies of the heaving bosoms and ravishing kisses overflowing from romance novels concealed under her bed. She gloried in the power she held over her fifteen-year-old boyfriend, feeling his body…
Bwandungi Writes 