Short Stories

African themed short stories by the best bloggers in Africa.

My Friend is a Military Officer

A man wearing a blue and black head warmer, dressed up in a black vest and a blue jean was screaming at the taxi driver with a gun in his hand, I leaned forward to make out an image of his face, but I jerked bark when the angry looking man’s gun went off. I almost died in the cab. No, I think I died and came back. The only thought on my mind was that my taxi driver had been shot.

King Over Slays

When a few benevolent women praised my efforts, my hardened face gave way to a brief superficial smile, mostly so I don’t come across as rude. Gradually, it came to an end. I took out my phone from my pocket and placed it on the sink to play some of my favourite music, just to lighten my mood. More dirty plates were brought in. I washed them, moving my body subtly to the rhythm of the song playing.

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…