Short Stories

African themed short stories by the best bloggers in Africa.

Whimpers

Do you remember all the songs you played for me? “The woman I love – Jason Mraz”. How you made me fall in love with James Morrison? You’ve ruined sex for me, O. ‘Cos no man seems to know just how to choke me right.

Dear Ibiye

For everything I have become or obtained at any particular time, whether good or bad, it has been largely as a result of the people I called friends at that time. So I say to you, if you have found good friends, the ones that spur you on to success, hold them closely. They are rare, sometimes once in a life time.

Heathens

My mother continued writhing on the floor while the pastor continued praying. The church was silent now except for the praying pastor and my wheezing mother. I couldn’t take it anymore. If it were up to the members of this church, she would be dead.

Bad Gang

As if his brain had suddenly re-booted itself again, with one burst of energy, Segun rushed to the victim of the car accident, who laid helplessly bleeding on the floor, picked her up and put her at the back seat of his spacious G-Wagon. The victim’s sister then climbed the front passenger’s seat as Segun drove to the nearest hospital around, what kept on going on in his mind was “God please don’t let her die, please God”

White Nylon

It wasn’t my fault I was laid off, discarded like a worn, dirty rag if I were speaking the truth, but it seems the truth couldn’t save me from being called a thief by the chairman, who had once told me that I was the future of the company. In his own words, “you young bloods are what this paper needs” And truly, I had the nose for front page news.

Airport

‘Well…actually…’ He cleared his throat. ‘I haven’t felt happy with this long distance thing we’ve been doing. It’s not been great for me, Angela’. ‘I just feel that there is no point not being true to myself’, Busayo added.

Latifa

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“Lagos looks way better when you are drunk,” I am saying. “Lagos is a fine city even when you are not drunk.” Dre’s voice came from the driver’s seat. “Fuck,” I am saying ”you have a point. Some parts of Lagos, though. Not all of it.”

I Died At 9:45am

The moment she showed up on my doorstep, I noticed something seemed off about Adaku I knew. This minute she appeared to be lost in deep, sad thoughts; then like one jolted back to reality, the next minute she was initiating endless random conversations in between forced laughter.