LITERATURE

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

Multiple Choice (a) Fairy Tale. (b) Tall Tale. (c) Fairy Story. (d) Tale Story. (a) Major. (b) Orwell. (c) Mr.

   I have been standing at Max‘s garage for almost three hours trying to hitch a ride to Beit bridge.

All the stories you have been telling tonight seem to fall into two categories. There is the type where you

Beeda stood on the school veranda and watched the last pupils disappear down the road. He thought of this as