Flash Fiction | Itanile

President of Africa

I was born five years after the death of James Baldwin. My father, Dr. Tanko Benson, a university...

The sunny afternoon revealed the faces of sunburnt women walking along the coast of Kisumu. Some...

by Blezzed Abraham I proposed to her on her birthday. We did the traditional marriage, fixed a...

One evening in February a few men were congregated around a fire set burning upon a tyre, wood and...

The prophet has just finished tapping their foreheads. They have been slain in the spirit. The one...

by drpeo | Jul 17, 2018 | Fiction, Flash Fiction | 1 |

“Remember me, I’d keep watch over you.” The line kept running through my mind,...