Fiction

Selected Fiction I: Dear Prof. Jones, Is God Smiling?

1234 Evening Road, Filaba Trans Company, Zimbabwe             Sept. 25, 1959, Professor T. Jones, 315 Borbon Street, University of Trifton. Dear Professor Jones, My name, as you can see, is Mukasa. I am a Mathematician in Zimbabwe; and you can say I am a mathematician by day, a philosopher by ...
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Selected Fictions I: Twenty-Eight

“Girls’ problem?” she said. He kept mum. “You mean your problem is deeper?” she asked. Readjusting the look on his face, “whose problem isn’t deep?” he replied. “Well, I will grant you that.” It was a rainy day, and the tall lady was the third human who almost fell from ...
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Selected Fictions I: Free Will and Scotch

Soon, their voices began to percolate through my red old jarrah-wooden door. I changed my sleeping position, rotated 180 degrees away from the door, and threw my cover cloth over my head to see if I could reduce the sound waves from balking my sleep. I failed. I put on ...
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Blog Series: Selected Fictions I

Friends, Over the next several months, I will be experimenting with fiction ...
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