Category: Short Stories

The sun was up in the sky scorching everything beneath it and not even the forest’s vegetation protected us from it.

The silhouette of the man began coming towards us. Beatrice screamed and hid behind me.

You are watching and listening on top of a boda boda; Rushing, blood pumping, heart beating heading to your crush.

The sound that escorted us through the night was the squeaking of Njoro’s bicycle, the hooting of owls, and the chirping of crickets.

They say a mother always knows, and on this day, that I was set to join my maker, this proved to be true.

There was a circus before we got to the sacrifice of blood. “I have heard that you are showing people your breasts?” The Great Healer began.

“There is another man that is stopping Beatrice from loving her husband,” the witch doctor sang in an irritating cadence.

Beatrice had become somewhat of a celebrity in Churo village. “A woman drinking alcohol?” My father Mateo rattled. “Abomination!”