The position of their body on the bed was an art. How they had made life and death so poetic and meaningful.

And he turned and walked deep into the forest, the protector that would never be seen or known, but eternally present.

Four flash fictions on life as a black foreigner in South Africa.

If we can kill ikwerekwere, we can kill any man, including our brother. In fact, we have killed our brother. Who then is safe?

I guess that there were others on this train who have spoken little more than a few words in their lives to people who look like me.

Short Story | Henry Chukwuemeka Onyema | Nigeria

A woman’s reflective letter to herself

Short story by Damilola Olagunju

Fictional verses and short stories centred on everyday life in Lagos, Nigeria.

There was no guilt, no remorse, even more curiously, no sense of loss.

Short fiction by Moses Abukutsa

Zvenyika narrated his story as I wrote down notes in longhand. He had been charged with culpable homicide having run over an ageing priest on Beatrice Road, outside Harare, at night.

I angrily dropped the call the last time I called Uncle Emeka to enquire about my reserved job position and he told me to send him my CV. Again!

A diminutive man with a slight paunch, he was too light to be black but too dark to be white.

They are like giant metallic mosquitoes, close enough to frustrate and just far enough to avoid swatting.

Short story on love, freedom, family, and marriage.

They had become inseparable after that day and spent long hours chatting on the phone like old friends.

Only three days to go!

Short fiction by Abigail George