Short Stories
Halfway Stuck
The whole of last Christmas, you barely stayed online, deliberately delaying your replies to messages. There were no exceptions — not for your mother, [...
Sickle Cell 🦠 💊
She was wearing a blue tank top the last time I saw her. It was made of yarn and I didn’t ask her if [...
Castle
Sunlight spills through the train window, warming my face as I watch the world pass by. I allow myself to enjoy the scenery, the...
Press Red
When you thought of Germany, you imagined Benz and Volkswagen. You thought of the fridge in your parents’ kitchen, tall and older than you, [...
Someone for the Cold
Something went wrong that Christmas night. We danced heartily at the party, without a care in the world. In my mind, at that very...
Chopsticks and Red Flags
You know how this will end by the close of the day. Your videos will be circulating on the internet, and everyone will make...
The Death of Hope
The girls and I are sitting outside with Priscilla, trying to engage her in conversation so she wouldn’t be too consumed by her father’s [&h...
Stuck in Envy
It has been three weeks since I last walked into an office to look for a job. I have not given up; I am...
Standing Stone
The kitchen is warm. You’ve spent the entire day trying to cook waakye like the one your mother used to make. You never stayed [...
We Are Here
I’m standing at the far end of the platform. Like everyone else here, I keep stretching my neck, straining to see if the train [...