Writer: Habiba Wakio
By Habiba Wakio
Faith picked up the shopping basket and began walking around the supermarket, looking...
By Habiba Wakio
Kadzo alighted from the motorcycle and walked along the familiar path. It was grassy...
By Habiba Wakio
Moses stood rooted to the ground, his eyes and mouth wide open as he watched the bulldozer...
By Habiba Wakio
Ms Flora’s face brightened as she looked through the album on her newly furnished office...
By Habiba Wakio
Nuru put her hand on top of the little girl’s tiny hand as she held the hose pipe....
By Habiba Wakio
Nuru put her hand on top of the little girl’s tiny hand as she held the hose pipe....
By Habiba Wakio
Pendo put up her poster on the wall outside her class and stepped back to admire it....
By Habiba Wakio
Rama stopped by the market to get some groceries. The prices had fluctuated; therefore...
By Habiba Wakio
Taabu sat on the stool and poured herself a cup of black tea. It’s been five months...
By Habiba Wakio
Baraka pouted at his fishing net. Today’s capture was not pleasing, just like the...
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