Every evening, your father tore a page off the Bible, steeped it in water, and chewed. Every evening, he mumbled the same two-minute prayer before eating the Word of God. He chewed gingerly, steadily, reverently. It may have dropped forewarnings…
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Uncle Mike
“Who is your aunty? Shift from here, let me not slap you!” Those were the words Maru, the Form Five dormitory prefect, flung at me when I greeted her with Aunty Maru a couple of weeks into my new life…
Twilight of Crooks (Excerpt)
The white flag floating at City Hall said it all. With the symbol of a mango fruit in the centre of the flag, Tumaranda—the Big Mango City—was juicy, wholesome, and edible for those hungry for plunder. All roads led to…
The Mwalimu Palaver
“What’s in a name?” The often-quoted question rings on in an age of post-enlightenment. When I think of the vision promulgated by the late emeritus Professor Bernard Nsokika Fonlon, echoes of “Shall We Make or Mar” seem to continue to…
Il était temps
« Elle est morte. » Je ferme les yeux un instant. Inspiration, expiration. Je reprends mon souffle. La voix de ma sœur au téléphone me semble si… irréelle. Si lointaine, d’autant plus qu’avant cet appel, ça faisait bien cinq ans que je…
Some Things Are Most Beautiful in the Dark
Image Credit: AtlasbyAtlas Studio, Shutterstock.com 1. Mother pressed the sweltering blade deeper into my left thigh, ignoring my scream this time. The blood was a thin streak of bluish-red. She sighed and wiped it off my thigh with…
Bad Lake
François and his two colleagues, Fondzenyuy, and Murphy, stared at the gas siphoning system installed in Lake Nyos with excitement. Two very long polyethylene pipes set up vertically from the bottom of the lake to its surface emerged in the…
Dimanches Sains
Traduit de l’anglais par Jessie Judith Ndjeya Nkouetchou et Patient Xavier Nong click here to read in English Là où le soleil est à son zénith, là où se croisent toutes les routes principales de Kimboh, l’homme s’assied, le…
Sane Sundays
cliquez ici pour lire la version en français Where the sun is brightest, where all the main roads in Kimboh meet, the man sits and glares into thin air. The Harmattan breeze has come with great gifts: pieces of papers…
Spittle Royale
Image Credit: Crazy nook (via shutterstock) Translated from the French by Nchanji M. Njamnsi and Nfor E. Njinyoh cliquez ici pour lire la version en français The country is anaemic, I’m told Its blood drained by…
