Short Stories

African themed short stories by the best bloggers in Africa.

Inside A Lagos Bus (A short story)

That morning, the sun stretched across my face and I immediately levered myself out of bed. The clock was striking seven. I dragged myself to the bathroom, my shadow dancing across the white-tiled floor as it followed me. In no time, I was refreshed and ready for my first job hunt. I came to Lagos…

Order (A short story)

When there are no customers Madam Gbenro takes a thirty minute lunch break. She pulls out a container of beef lo-mien and an egg roll. Not that the greasy MSG laden food did much for her arteries. There wasn’t a restaurant that sold good Jollof rice within 10 miles of her shop. If she wanted…

Ocean Blues

There is something enchanting about the ocean; its voice, in the briny air that caresses your face, whispers to you, calls you, lulls you. You are a child of water, and here looking at the wide expanse of blue-green, you know you have found home. You rise with the waves, ride the high, and land…

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…