A world of Fiction
There is this nifty place for writers called StoryTime, where my latest short story is featured. Here is an excerpt:
The entrance to Kubatana was dotted with scantily-dressed women and peanut vendors, a curious combination about which I shook my head as we entered the flood-lit bar.
“Tonight youll see a side of me that will blow your mind away,” said Mukoma, my big brother.
“What hes saying is that he has something important to tell you,” explained Jakove, his friend.
“And to show you,” added Mukoma.
The beer hall was crowded. Shouting men waved at us. Mukoma and Jakove waved back at acquaintances scattered in the swaying crowd, where loud music competed with the loudest of voices. We threaded our way through this crowd like celebrities. After walking and stopping, walking and stopping, if we could call the slow bumping against and squeezing through dancing bodies walking, we reached a long table where, Mako, the man brother called Sekuru because he was from our village and had the same last name as our mother, sat with two women and another man. The youngest of the women would be perfect for me tonight, I thought, if she was the reason Mukoma and Jakove had brought me here. She noticed that I was looking at her and said, “Come sit here, honey!” Read more at StoryTime
