Tag Archives: african literary blog

Black Love Diary Part 3

​Sometimes, the rains do not fall several months into a new year. When they finally fall, they come with little mercy. As if they’d been unjustly denied of their right to whip into mother earth, they attack with great relish; flooding homes, wiping paved streets clean, filling up river banks. Continue reading

Advertisements
Posted in NON FICTION | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Devil In Him Part 2

Excerpt from Part 1: “You have been drinking again,” she said amidst her sobbing but he didn’t answer. He gave a high pitched laugh and discarding his clothes, stepped into the bathroom and drowned her sobbing with the noise of … Continue reading

Posted in FICTION | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Black Love Diary Part 2

Whenever the clouds gather, you know the rains are about to fall. You could tell when the thunder rumbles, – low and even in the distance. You become more certain when a cold whiff wheezes past the back of your neck, and lightning finally makes its debut. Continue reading

Posted in NON FICTION | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Black Love Diary

Time itself is also a fluid concept. Each millisecond floating  seamlessly along the sea of eternal consciousness, down into the drains of oblivion and history. God has said He is the alpha and omega; the beginning and the end. Time was only His by-product. Last year the rains were here. This year they came again;  drawn together  by the marvelous design of nature. Continue reading

Posted in NON FICTION | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

The Devil In Him

Rose came awake with a jerk and she rubbed her eyes with the back of her palm in a disoriented motion. The high pitched laugh that had woken her up came again this time right outside the bedroom door and … Continue reading

Posted in FICTION, Short Story | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

Lousy Joints

My granddad dislikes rainfall. Not just it, he dislikes everything that comes with it; the chilly breeze, the mist, everything. He hates the fact that he has to be reminded once more of the leaking roof that never quits dripping … Continue reading

Posted in FICTION | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment