Two Half Loaves

It was 5:30 again. Time to carry his mom’s prized wares of home-made perfumes, air fresheners and insecticides to Nung-Udoe market for her again. He didn’t need an alarm to get up;…

Kin

The book lying open in her palm was a light paper back, but she held on to it as though it were leaden weights. She licked her finger, turned a page and…

Sift

The starless night was a curse and a blessing as they walked to the car, one half of the pair a tottering, stuttering mess swaddled in expensive baby lace and powder blue…

Tous Les Memes

Like a celebration of peacocks, the musicians fanned their colourful chords, spreading them out into the garlanded street in whorls that contorted spines and shuffled gleaming shoes. The bass guitarist was a…

Everyday People

The people you write about. They exist. No, not just in your head. They are not just figments of your imagination. They are real.  The woman you walked past in the feminine care…