Author name: N. Marc

The place of liberation was Birmingham, England. Strange city, she thought. Strange name. More shops than she ever knew existed, […]

This is the law of the wandering cattlemen of the savannas: that a man may elope with the woman of

Khadija Bent Ahmed! Meeluda Bent Al-bacheer!” At this resounding call, two old women in the waiting room gathered up the

The train emerged from the quivering tunnel of sandy rocks, began to cross the symmetrical, interminable banana plantations, and the

The setting sun was ablaze, and its angry rays coloured the waters on Lake Victoria. Mboga’s heart beat fast. He

“There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts being broken by love, but what really

 I stand here ironing, and what you asked me moves tormented back and forth with the iron.  “I wish you

Mr. Blades, the new teacher, was delighted with the composition we wrote about Sandra Street. He read some aloud to