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It Was My Father.

Posted On June 21, 2020June 21, 2020 By admin9 Comments

I was ten when it happened. I hadn’t been asleep for long when the noise and clattering began. It crawled into my subconsciousness, lingered distantly in my ear until it finally tugged me to consciousness and I laid there, half-asleep in my yellow pajamas, besides my sister who had marked her fifth year in the Continue Reading

Category: FICTION SHORT STORIES

Father.

Posted On June 4, 2016July 15, 2020 By admincomment

I always imagined what my father had been like, the things he liked, the things he didn’t like. If he was cool, or not. Was he light-skinned like me or dark as mum? I would wonder.

ROSE. (18+) (1,277)
12.Am. Rosemary stood still by the white wooden door, trying not to breathe too hard. The hallway, dimly lit by the recessed light reflecting from the antechamber stood still with her. She could hear the clock ticking in the distance - tick tock, tick tock, reminding her of the twenty minutes she had spent, standing <a href="https://kyliejoyterundu.com/2016/06/04/father/" class="read-more">Continue Reading</a>
ONE TIME IN NOVEMBER. (751)
DOWNTOWN CHICAGO, ILLINOIS, 2016. “You’re up?” Clayton's DM read on my Instagram profile. But I was only just waking up. His message was sent minutes past 1.am, while I was fast asleep. I smiled, glad he texted because I had made up my mind not to pursue our friendship any longer. Not for anything, he did <a href="https://kyliejoyterundu.com/2016/06/04/father/" class="read-more">Continue Reading</a>
TEENAGE LOVE. (724)
2004. Federal Government College Vandeikya. Jss1- Ss2 girls of Mande house lined up in front of their hostel, this was their custom whenever announcements were to be made. Senior Caroline, the house captain climbed upon the stage. "Good morning girls. We don't have time so let me just tell you people sharp sharp. Today <a href="https://kyliejoyterundu.com/2016/06/04/father/" class="read-more">Continue Reading</a>
ALEXANDER. (18+) (669)
Touché! That had to be his favorite word. I remember him saying it more times than he said any other singular word. “Touché!” He wrote me when I accused him of being too direct in his texts. That word, nothing else. But that was Alexander, that was the way he communicated. He wasn’t a man <a href="https://kyliejoyterundu.com/2016/06/04/father/" class="read-more">Continue Reading</a>
A LITTLE, TOO LATE. (636)
I was playing Fifa 18 with the boys when Sylvia stormed into my house. Shaken by the abrupt barging in, we all turned to her in shock. "What are you doing here?" I spoke with the gamepad clasped between my hands, "How did you even get in?!" I hadn't seen her in over a year. Last <a href="https://kyliejoyterundu.com/2016/06/04/father/" class="read-more">Continue Reading</a>
UNREQUITED. (18+) (629)
It's hard just thinking about it. PART ONE. It was a Friday in September. That Friday started off like any other day, Ene and I woke up, had our baths and rushed out for Lectures. We returned afterwards, prepared lunch, ate and relaxed on our beds. As we lay engrossed with our phones, she <a href="https://kyliejoyterundu.com/2016/06/04/father/" class="read-more">Continue Reading</a>
PLUCKED. (529)
KWALE, 1993. Thunderstorms rumbled outside the thatched house of mama Awele as rain heavily pattered down to the old roof and unto the sandy ground. Every family in the small village was taking shelter in their huts, while some slept from the cold and relaxing feeling the rain brought, others warmed their afternoon meals in <a href="https://kyliejoyterundu.com/2016/06/04/father/" class="read-more">Continue Reading</a>
THE Client. (515)
The first time I saw Donald was in my office. I was running late to work on that particular day which is unusual for me as I try to keep up with time, in every area of my life. But as unscripted as life can be, my car tire went flat barely 20 minutes after <a href="https://kyliejoyterundu.com/2016/06/04/father/" class="read-more">Continue Reading</a>

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