Short Stories

African themed short stories by the best bloggers in Africa.

Anaxiphilia

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“Have you written your toast?” Anna asked as we turned into the avenue bordered on both sides by dead fallen leaves occasionally being disturbed by the freezing cold December evening breeze. “No.” I admitted. “Not yet.” I replied as I took in the brown-gold landscape, against the sunset to our right. It was a very…

Liberation

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Libby’s eyes wandered across the array of shades and hues until she decided on Ruby Woo, admiring its vibrant yet subtle tone. She held the lipstick close to her face before smearing it carefully, finding the result flattering. Just as she was about to rummage through some matching lip pencils, a shrill ear-splitting voice caused her…

The Idiot Who Killed Me

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It happened all of a sudden. Out of nowhere, this car smashed into me, and I flew out of my seat unto the road, where I would spend my last few moments wondering about the idiot who killed me. I wondered who else was injured seriously or would die from that freak accident. When I…

Traffic Jam

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Nnena was over the moon! She jumped in glee and screamed as she dropped the phone. It had been the call she’d been waiting for all her life! Finally, things are beginning to fall into place, she thought. She had just three hours to make her appointment across town in Ikeja. But she should be…

Mr Nice Guy

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The phone rang. Dammie picked up. “Hello?” “Hi baby, I’m outside”, replied the voice from the other end of the line. “Tell him you are coming out”, I whispered. She did like I said and hung up. I told her to just play along as this was going to be a great story. Dammie had…

Office Hours

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This shit has been going on for far too long. Being overlooked. All the stupid excuses. “Oh, you know that you are a bachelor na, you don’t have responsibilities.” “Ah ah, you wey no get even wife, talkless of pikin, wetin you wan use money do?” And so on. Comments that had been eating deep…

Drops Of Nothing

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Who’s there?” I raise my head in accordance with the escalators you see at those sophisticated office buildings where the receptionists don’t offer polite customer service because they think they are better than everyone else. Animals is what they are. My irritation starts to cultivate. I’m not sure if I heard a knock or a…