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The farms nurtured. They bore fruits and extended to each man an affiliation limited only by his talent, his dexterity, and his enthusiasm and aptitude for labour. For Smokie Joe and his kin, a yearning had been roused and conque…

“Do it again! You don’t know what has been crawling around in this kitchen your mother can’t keep clean. Do you think I want to be known as the man who provides dirty milk? Rinse them!”

I am very pleased to announce the results of The Man and His Goat Writing Contest:

It had been Jacob’s idea to procure the ‘herb’ from Ziwani, a dilapidated neighbourhood near the city. Jacob said it was cheaper. It was cheaper, but…

Your votes are in and this week’s Story of the Week is… 4 wheels good, 2 wings bad and one ferry despicable by Waga Waga! Read it here…

Your votes are in and this week’s Story of the Week, with an incredible record breaking 148 reader points, Mortifying Lisa by Gideon Chumo! Read it.

Hi, my name is Sally. I am 23 years old and the first born in a family of three sisters. I am a student at the University of Nairobi, school of medicine. I am studying to become a dentist. The course takes seven years t…

Somewhere near the river, a dog barks viciously. There’s a hollow thump and then the dog howls, a sad painful sound that rises in the sir and somehow merges with the Man with No Name’s budding dream. In it he is fl…

Your votes are in and this week’s Story of the Week is…
Dear Mr. President by Denis Kabi. Read it below.
Congratulations Denis!
Would you like your story to feature here, please send in your work, in word 97-2003 format, and not more than 1200 words to blogs@storymojaafrica.co.ke. We will be awarding one of our readers and contributors [...]

His gushed fat lips quiver as he cried hysterically, while blood trickled down his naked chest. Blood matted his chest hair, mermerised I watched the blood as it made its way down his pants. He was half naked, apart from his torn bloodied pants. Angry villagers had chased him …