Story of the Week – The Love of one Family
April 16th, 2010 by Storymoja | Comments Off

The verandah unlike all the other areas in the house was cool, because of the breeze that the endless trees that Mark had planted blew.
April 16th, 2010 by Storymoja | Comments Off

The verandah unlike all the other areas in the house was cool, because of the breeze that the endless trees that Mark had planted blew.
April 9th, 2010 by Storymoja | 2 Comments

I am doing my masters and have some classes online. Mostly though, I’m usually reading blogs, leaving comments on Facebook or chatting with someone.
March 26th, 2010 by Storymoja | Comments Off

Like the old street, the old man too, is not impressed by the enacting scene, now pregnant and anxious with clamoured chants of Miserere Mei Deus, for they are like, the reception room of an undertaker’s office…
March 19th, 2010 by Storymoja | Comments Off
Eastlands also happens to have the misfortune of being the site of an army airbase. That’s right an army airbase. After the heroics of 1982, the air force was reincarnated as an aerial division of the army that specialized in aerial …
March 12th, 2010 by Storymoja | No Comments
Your votes are in and this week’s Story of the Week is… Daughter of Man by Alex Mutua. Read it below. Congratulations Alex! Would you like your story to feature here, please send in your work to blogs@storymojaafrica.co.ke. Go here to see submission guidelines. We will be awarding one of our readers and contributors every month, so [...]
March 5th, 2010 by Storymoja | Comments Off
Fly: What! Did your genius friends the Wright Roaches invent a plane? I got to admit though, the name fits. I prefer it to the Wright brothers.
February 26th, 2010 by Storymoja | No Comments
Perhaps it is verbal kindness from those generous monsters when they promise that theywill get back to you. It’s equally painful every time I read in the newspapers that ‘only shortlisted candidates would be notified’.
February 19th, 2010 by Storymoja | No Comments

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…
February 12th, 2010 by Storymoja | No Comments

“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!”
February 6th, 2010 by Storymoja | No Comments

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