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PLUCKED.

Posted On September 16, 2018February 25, 2019 By admin54 Comments

KWALE, 1993. Thunder storms 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 Continue Reading

Category: FICTION SHORT STORIES

UCHENNA’S STORY. (PART 1)

Posted On February 16, 2018November 18, 2018 By admin10 Comments

Uchenna took a sip from the tumbler in his grip. He shut his eyes as the chilled orange juice travelled down his dry throat. It had been a long day at work, and Holland’s summer had him feeling clammy all afternoon. He slid further into the couch, enjoying the refreshing feeling of the drink. The Continue Reading

Category: FICTION SHORT STORIES

Father.

Posted On June 4, 2016 By admincomment

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

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A LITTLE, TOO LATE. (485)
Sylvia stormed into my house. I was playing Play Station 3's Fifa 17 with the boys. We all turned to her in shock "What are you doing here, and how did you get in?". I hadn't seen her in over a year. Last I heard, she was visiting Dubai with her elder sister. I didn't <a href="https://kyliejoyterundu.com/2016/06/04/father/" class="read-more">Continue Reading<i class="ion-ios-arrow-right"></i></a>
ALEXANDER. (18+) (439)
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<i class="ion-ios-arrow-right"></i></a>
UNREQUITED. (18+) (415)
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<i class="ion-ios-arrow-right"></i></a>
CHOICES.(18+) (391)
I often wondered what I would do if I saw her again. She did not contact me for a year and I didn't reach out to her either. Then that evening happened. I got out of the shower to a beeping notification light on my phone. I picked up the phone from the dresser where I <a href="https://kyliejoyterundu.com/2016/06/04/father/" class="read-more">Continue Reading<i class="ion-ios-arrow-right"></i></a>
Repercussion. (382)
PRESENT DAY. Mike hadn't come home in the past weeks, I kept calling him but he won't pick my calls. I got a blue tick every time I sent a WhatsApp message - he was reading them, he just wasn't replying. I moved through the motions with everyday that went by, I was besides <a href="https://kyliejoyterundu.com/2016/06/04/father/" class="read-more">Continue Reading<i class="ion-ios-arrow-right"></i></a>
ROSE. (18+) (380)
12.Am. Rosemary stood still by the white wooden door, trying not to breath 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<i class="ion-ios-arrow-right"></i></a>
PLUCKED. (353)
KWALE, 1993. Thunder storms 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 <a href="https://kyliejoyterundu.com/2016/06/04/father/" class="read-more">Continue Reading<i class="ion-ios-arrow-right"></i></a>
HER FIRST. (322)
2008. Susan Ayankele's slender figure sat nervously at the edge of Mike's Vitafoam mattress, dropped on the bare floor of his apartment. She pressed her lean legs together and exhaled heavily. Here she was, a nineteen year old, hundred level student in the apartment of a popular final year boy. She would be the envy <a href="https://kyliejoyterundu.com/2016/06/04/father/" class="read-more">Continue Reading<i class="ion-ios-arrow-right"></i></a>

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