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The little voice in my head told me to start from the beginning, because, it said, this story was for you, not for me. I didn’t quite care. This is my story. “They don’t know where or when the beginning is”, the Voice insisted, “they don’t know you at all.” And I get it, I…

I’m sitting at a nice little cafe somewhere in the center of the town. It’s a small, quaint little town; one of those touristy places that has foreigners walking around in dirty sandals, feet dusty and unwashed, wearing “African print” that can only be the work of some bored Chinese screen-printer who downloads random stuff…

I laid my father to rest today. It wasn’t a big deal. I mean, it was. My father had died, so, obviously, it was a big deal. For me at least. But for the rest of the world, it wasn’t. He was just another village drunk, so his death — and funeral — barely made the village news. Of…

Elijah’s Diary. Entry Title “Raw.” Time: Undated. There’s a soft, pale moon glowing outside. It’s not quite the full moon we loved so much, but it’s almost the end of the month, so maybe the full moon will come soon enough. I hope. I miss rambling. We used to call it that; those moments when…

Saturday, 12th November, 4:06 AM. Undisclosed Location “Henry. Dude. Shit. You know… if this had gone any other way, we’d both be dead… right?” Henry looked over at Ali, who was hunched over, hands resting on his knees, breathing in quick, urgent breaths, trying desperately to calm down, while also needing to get the words out. It…

1:13 PM. Naguru  {Hello darkness my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again.} Zachary smiled and started humming along. The music was fitting, the sombre lyrics drifting through his mind with the evanescent familiarity of a song that’s been listened to a thousand times. He gripped the note tightly in his hand, the soft crunch of…

[Fiction. Undated. Written ages ago, for a friend going through some stuff.] The sandals are beautifully embroidered, with little gemstones laced into the straps, held together by delicate silken threads, almost invisible. They shimmer in the bright sunlight, blindingly reflecting the the world around them in a kaleidoscopic rush of sun, sand and sea. She unlaces them,…

2:32 PM. Rubaga. Fluffy! I have missed you terribly Fluffy! You’re my bestest best friend in the whooole wide world! What’s wrong, Fluffy? Why are you sad sad sad? Oh! I know! It’s tea-time! I will be right back! Don’t go anywhere, Fluffy or I will be very sad sad! Okay, here’s your cup and…

2:14PM. Kitintale. Okurut looked up from his watch and stared at the sky. The sun was particularly hot today, he thought. There hadn’t been a drop of rain in weeks and the weather people who normally gave updates after news on the television didn’t know what they were saying any more. He pulled out a handkerchief…