Short Stories

African themed short stories by the best bloggers in Africa.

Cassie

She was the first of four children born into a dysfunctional family and unlike any child of her age she had great burdens thrust upon her. As a child, instead of dreaming about the games she would play with her friends at school, she dreamed about a family with love. With each day, came the…

Great Expectations

“Dele…Dele…Oladele?” Supo called. The brows on his forehead furrowed as he looked at her with exasperation. “Yes?” Oladele jerked out of her reverie. She hadn’t realized she had been staring into space for the past five minutes. Supo sighed. He held her hand tighter. Dele winced at the pain of his grip; he had been…

Anaxiphilia

“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

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

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

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

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…