by Kanzah | Aug 22, 2025 | Stories
Our Kind of Love The first time I lost my voice, it was because of the robbers. They were five, and their guns were pointed at my father. The short one among them hit my father with the butt of the gun as he asked, “Where is it? Where is it?” I didn’t speak again...
by Kanzah | Jul 31, 2025 | Stories
Murder She Wrote Who the fuck do you think I am? Every morning, as I brush my teeth and spit out the foam that the toothpaste has turned into, I imagine the various ways I could kill you. Oblivious, you whistle as I watch your long fingers tighten the knot in your...
by Kanzah | May 23, 2025 | Stories
Babe, How Far Nah? “Babe, how far nah?” Chinonso’s voice was always the same when she invited me to some random party we had no business attending. Simple, direct, and full of promise. Her sister’s boyfriend worked as a printer. Whenever he printed invite-only wedding...
by Kanzah | Apr 4, 2025 | Stories
They Will Say We Crossed the Waters The week Renike decided to break up with her boyfriend was the week he called her, his voice quivering as he told her his best-friend just got killed. “They just shot Foster, babe! The fucking police! They shot him in front of his...
by Kanzah | Feb 28, 2025 | Stories
The Gospel of the Nigerian Police According to Sergeant Itoro The first time Itoro tried boarding a bus without paying, he had been conked in the head before getting tossed out at the bus stop. “I be staff” he said as callused hands patted down his pockets...
