Fiction homepage; African Writing Online; Issue No: 9. [many literatures, one voice]

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A. A. Waberi
A. Garriga-Lopez
Alex Smith
Arja Salafranca
Bashir A. Adan
Belinda Otas
Chika Unigwe
Chinua Achebe
Chuma Nwokolo
Damilola Ajayi
D Nettleingham
Diana Evans
Don Mattera
Farouk O. Sesay
Laila Lalami
Lola Shoneyin
Maxim Uzoatu
Memory Chirere
Mukoma wa Ngugi
Mwila A. Zaza
N Brew-Hammond
Obiwu
Ovo Adagha
Peter W. Vakunta
Rose Francis
Sarah Manyika
T Mushakavanhu
Tola Ositelu
V Ehikhamenor
Zainabu Jallo
Zoe Norridge

	Walking the Wok Mukoma wa Ngugi	“But look people, the wok, it’s not even Chinese…everyone in Asia uses a wok…” Someone slapped the sco from my hand and slowly ground it to its death. “In Africa, the wok is Chinese,” a voice said sounding dangerous.
First off, they were just eggs. This she underlined. Eggs are only part of the equation, not a child, only an ingredient, she underlined it again, but in truth, she had been too touched by her memories ...to think of eggs as a mere commodity;	Venus and the Cat Alex Smith
	Schmalz Arja Salafranca	When Isaac was called up, he swayed back and forth, wailing, saying he didn’t know he didn’t know.... again and again. He walked away with the name of Eselskopf, donkey’s head, of all names. The clerks could be malicious.
He said to her one night, incredulous, ‘You left Zambia for this? This crowded, dirty place where the sun is always blanketed by dirt and cloud?’ The laughter that Sarah had given him had gone. He had not come back again after that visit,	Wingless Locusts Paula Leyden
	The Chosen Child Mwila Agatha Zaza	Then one morning Ella ran into my bedroom and said “Hi Uncle Lennie!” and I realised that Lennox had to go. I imagined what Ella would think, years later, when she untangled the memory of me in bed with a man 15 years my junior... I decided it was a part of my life I had leave behind.
'Any way, she was badly hurt by the savages, the military. I had produced the gun. I don’t know why she had to go through that. It was four of them that ravaged her,' The old man hastily drew off his head turban and covered his face in it. 'Allah! Allah! He wept. ’	Old Ibren Bashir Abdul Adan
	The Redemption of Pati Mugodo	This strange woman had nothing to weigh against Constance. She had inch-long hair, full eyebrows, and no protuberant feature; there was nothing there to snag the eye of a roving man (and Toni Mugodo had roving eyes).

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