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African Writing Archives

Ambrose Musiyiwa


The Bracelet


“Dad, you’re being horrible...And what were you doing in my room, anyway?”

“I was cleaning it… which, again, is something you should be doing yourself...”

“I hate you. You should get a job and stop spying on us”

he had warmly welcomed me to the dump, saying that city people are all mad, and in the dump I would meet with true and sane friends.

Dearest Sender of the Bulldozers

Christopher Mlalazi

Christopher Mlalazi
Chuma Nwokolo


Chuma Nwokolo

Apart from the bills for my daughters' school fees at Loyola Jesuit College, nothing brings tears to my eyes like a fresh fillet of catfish steaming and trembling in a hot plate of egusi soup.

I know this for sure. When Alice Brass Khan saw the baby flop out of the glass jar that day, she saw in its eyes, nose, and mouth the shape of her own face. There they were, she spotted them that very minute, her own high African cheekbones.

Nile Baby


Elleke Boehmer

Elleke Boehmer
Ike Okonta

A Way You Will Never Be

Ike Okonta

She knew the moment he came in that something bad had happened. She waited until he had unslung his bag and dropped it on the sofa then she slipped into his arms. She felt them go round her. Warm, strong and protective as usual.

But I knew I couldn’t turn her away. No matter how long I lived in Abrokye... Abena would have to come and see that I shared a tight one bedroom with a weird white girl; that I had no money even though my closet was full of $600 and $800 Alain et Riette shoes.

Bush Girl

Nana Brew-Hammond

Nana Ekua Brew-Hammond
Sefi Attah


Sefi Attah

Be patient,” she said, wriggling her fingers.

I almost vomited. Her hands looked like crabs. He hugged her and the top of his head barely reached her neck.

“Come,” he said, turning towards me. “Are you trying to chase my girlfriend or what?”

This is when, coming from the other side of the mountains, the BlindPeople arrived.

The survivors saw them approaching in a solid mass. Their army was sparkling. Dazzling rays of light streamed from their missiles and firearms. Their power was unmatched; their superiority invincible.

Blind Kingdom

Veronique Tadjo

Veronique Tadjo
Cuba on the Edge

Before the Birthday Party

Adelaida Fernández de Juan


Calm down, calm down, I’ll get four matches and that way Sonny can blow them all out. If you stick that big fat candle in, it’ll look like a funeral, and it’ll make a huge hole in the cake.

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