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 Short Story – The pastor’s wife
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 Short Story – The pastor’s wife

Muroi was blessed with 200-l drum-width legs. One day, her husband refused to eat until she began to walk again. Every time Muhonge shuts his eyes, a satanic wind bounces his tongue-twisting prayers against the feathery clouds. Sometimes, Muroi played with demons by sucking babies’ blood. Later, Muhonge sprinkled holy water over her legs.  The...

Short story – The river people
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Short story – The river people

Long ago, along the wind-dancing grass, there lived the king of black water.  “I have the magic to hold the water for hours,” said the 80-year-old crocodile  One day, the king of muddy waters swallowed the boy whom the river people had anointed as the king in waiting. On his birthday, a crocodileodile fell from...

Short Story – Dream stealers
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Short Story – Dream stealers

Once upon a time, an orange ant crawled towards the yellow ant. They hugged and high-fived. “What if we could fly?” said the orange ant, looking skyward. “That’s deadly,” said the yellow ant, scolding him for the strange dream. “Be careful, you’ll go mad,” said the yellow ant, threatening to end the minute-long friendship. “Let’s...

Short Story – An absent father
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Short Story – An absent father

Matchstick lived with mommy in a blue door’s shack. The boy kicked his bowl and Oros’ bottle after he scored a nil in ‘My Family’ topic. Since then, he threw up after spotting a tapeworm inside the noodles. Apparently, he’ll eat if he played PlayStation while riding on daddy’s lap. Matchstick refused to eat, painted...

Short Story – A cold night
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Short Story – A cold night

A black radio between the Y-shaped branches announced that an icy storm was headed toward Omusarakuumba.  The presenter, who was coughing and sneezing, apologised for the short notice. First, Kambangane waved a finger at the villagers and prophesied that the gods were punishing Omusarakuumba with stone-sized raindrops.  In response, the villagers joked about his truthful...

Short Story – Killing a ghost 
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Short Story – Killing a ghost 

That Sunday, Karuru overslept, but the family arranged for his burial. The next day,  he sneaked out of the grave and opened a case against his family at the Living Police Station.  Unfortunately,  the tearstained policewoman had watched the funeral, which was streamed live on all platforms. Strangely,  the funeral coincided with his birthday,  and...

Short Story – An innocent thief 
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Short Story – An innocent thief 

Firstly, Kambangane twists his nose and sniffs some meat. The wind blows a meaty perfume towards him, and the swollen pimple on his tongue triggers his craving. Soon, his dog follows him, before he kicks the yapping dog in the tummy. Then, he sprinkles sand in the air and follows the smell. By now, he...

Short Story – The ongura snake
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Short Story – The ongura snake

Kambangane was driving a blue bonnet Bedford with yellow doors. The miser was returning from an auction where he sold three cows. However, he munched on rotted offal and drank sour milk for padkos. Along the way, the penny pincher’s tummy rumbled, and he removed his foot from the accelerator pedal.  Soon, a runny stool...

Short Story – The falling star
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Short Story – The falling star

The boys refused to ride donkeys after Kambangane bragged about racing them on a rabbit’s back. Afterwards, the ageless chief scolded his laughable tales when a toddler choked, while Kambangane tickled him about skinning a python.  Apparently, the Joker scooped chicken eggs from the snake’s belly. Now the sun dipped behind the mountains, while the...

Short Story – The twin snakes
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Short Story – The twin snakes

Kambangane was patrolling the golden grass when his beady eyes followed some strange tyre-like marks on the ground. The tracks were so deep into the red Kalahari sand, and he rubbed the spiking hair on his arms.  He had seen a goat-swallowing snake, but had never came across a snake that could chalk the powdery...