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2 Dogs, a Cat, 9 Fishes, by Dan Akinlolu (South Africa) Posted 8/18/07 Getting a job was as difficult as securing the old one. It was another experience entirely after working as Sales Executive in a bookselling firm and wanting to become an editor for a publishing firm. Actually Claude had a flair for editorials, so he had to experiment first as freelance editor while working as salesman. Children: The Diamonds of Africa, by Winona Rasheed Posted 7/29/07 There are some seeds which have been planted generation after generation which aren’t so lucky and those seeds are the children of Africa. The lives of most African children are snuffed out before they can even begin to grow. Their futures grow dim with each passing day as Africa’s gardens slip away. Why can’t these precious seeds grow and prosper? Ngeta Special, by Frederick Iraki (Kenya) Posted 7/22/07 Kamil had just delivered a well attended lecture on the Romantic period in France and the reaction of the students was overwhelming. After the rather rigid, not to mention, frigid Classicism lectures, the students were ecstatic to discover great novelists like Victor Hugo and delectable poets like Verlaine and Baudelaire. Ending War, by Howard Richards (adapted by Claude Rutagengwa, Norway) Posted 7/14/07 Nevertheless, there is a real possibility that war is coming to an end. There is some fact to outline some of the reasons why we can think that in the next few generations peace may become institutionalized. And at the same time we can try to outline some reasons why the peace movement may become a majority movement in the United States. Life, by Frederick Iraki (Kenya) Posted 7/14/07 Karimu was a genius. There was no denying it. He had passed all his examinations with frying corours, as people from his ethnic community would say. The latter makes no distinction between flying and frying. Never mind. So, Karimu, like all conquerors, went, saw and conquered Gen, a glamorous girl from Limuru in Central Kenya. The courtship was concise and precise. And that’s the way Karimu liked doing things. Even his academic dissertations had been concise and precise. The Wages of Plunder, by Dipita Kwa (Cameroon) Posted 7/7/07 Whenever his pockets were dry of money, especially when a weekend was around the corner and the strong memories of nightclub ambience in Tiko and Limbe were beckoning seductively at him, Edimo, the twenty-four-year-old president of Mukunda Vigilant Youth Group must do something. Usually, he organized his group to carry out raids of stray goats and pigs throughout the village of Mukunda. Le Jet 'Eau, by Frederick Iraki (Kenya) Posted 7/8/07 Riaki, some called him Feak, felt a sudden rush of cold on the skin of his exposed hands and he dug them deep into his winter jacket. It had been some time since it was announced that winter was over and spring was on. But it was still chilly and the sky gloomy. Riaki had walked mechanically from his hotel room to the shores of Lac Leman or Lake Geneva. Automatic walks always tired him but they were eventually cathartic to his mind. A walk solves problems, he often philosophised. Sixth Finger, by Dan Akinlolu (South Africa) Posted 7/1/07 That Sunday morning when Dad wanted to hang himself, there were few people in Jonjo Street. Everyone was in the church down the street. After we had a decent meal of bread and scrambled egg and Cadbury tea with Grandma, Uncle Thelma and his two children, they also left for church. Generations, by Evans Kinyua (Kenya) Posted 6/10/07 Clarida is two and enjoys her life tremendously. She loves lollipops, chocolate and ice cream with the same passion that she hates food. If she has to eat food, she will grudgingly settle for weetabix or some such pre- prepared formula packages from the supermarket shelves. International Law, by Robert Wright (Japan) Posted 6/10/07
Reconstruction, by Claude Shema Rutagengwa (Norway) Posted 6/2/07 The Iraq war has been the most violent war of our era. It would be a shame to end it without reconstruction to every single distroyed property in Iraq, or to all Iraqi victims of that war, even worse without remarkable compensation to the family's victims and relatives of coalition soldiers who died or became handicapped by that war, because in any case, without reconstruction, reconciliation will be still impossible, and the hatred and anger will grow up and again reach the peak of de-escalation, and even more victims.
In a Running Ditch in Bangladesh , by Fredrick kang'ethe Iraki (Kenya) Posted 6/2/07 November is normally a cold and wet month in Bangladesh. In this god-forsaken neighbourhood, there are pertinently more hoods than neighbours. The shadow of poverty and utter deprivation hover over the people like a nightmare. Time, for one, has no meaning here. Yesterday, today and tomorrow flow seamlessly into each other, bringing nothing but blankness and despondency. Here, thieves and marauders sell off your clothes and shoes while you are still wearing them! Space Travel for Desserts, by Fredrick kang'ethe Iraki (Kenya) Posted 5/28/07 The story has it that we came from a distant civilisation where climatic changes drastically affected our food chain. Our sources of food went extinct due to inhospitable climes. That is why our ancestors devised ways of departing from that planet. But millions of years later, our scientists had lost track of the planet. Did it still exist? If so, could it still support us? What kind of atmosphere did it have? And has the food returned? The staple diet of our ancestors was called something like watu. Reconciliation, by Claude Shema Rutagengwa (Norway) Posted 5/28/07 Reconciliation may be seen as part of a process of a relationship gone wrong, typically as the result of one party causing a rift, by putting an end in a relationship of enmity and by substituting for one of peace and good will. This may be a relationship between individuals or between nations. And reconciliation mainly is aiming at a peacebuilding process or bringing about peace in the aftermath. Family Ire, by Fredrick kang'ethe Iraki (Kenya) Posted 5/20/07 There was no denying it: The old woman always got drunk on her usual stuff. She liked it hot and with maximum alcohol content. Whenever she filled her glass with the potent stuff, a smile traversed her shrivelled lips and her gnarled hand lifted the drink toward her mouth. The small finger was always standing far apart from the other fingers holding the glass as if to deny any guilt with regard to rendering herself senseless with drink. She loved her drink. And flowing dresses. The Secret's Out, Preface, bu Jacqueline Lambert LCADC/MA (USA) Posted 5/20/07 My book is about my life, the situations I experienced in childhood (the way I perceived things), how I dealt with my depression and alcoholism, and most of all the faith and love I’ve experienced. In addition to these stories, I have included stories of clients whom I have had the privilege to counsel in the past twenty years. I say it is a privilege because they have helped me as much as I have helped them, therefore, I am privileged to have known them. The stories I share are an opportunity for everyone to learn about life, to understand secrets and why certain people do what they do. The Beautiful Victorian, by Susan Thom (USA) Posted 5/20/07 When my kids were small, I tried to think of a way to make some extra money. Their father was home for two weeks, and away at work for two weeks. He was a merchant seaman on an oil boat in Lewes, Delaware. Our relationship was strained, and I wanted to find something I could do for the two weeks he was home, and then, be off the two weeks he was away. A "normal" nine to five daily job for me was not feasible, besides, what did I know how to do? Intervention as a Crisis Prevention Mechanism, by Claude Shema Rutagengwa (Norway) Posted 5/14/07 The key issue in this regard is that many Arabs and Muslim countries consider the US as the potential enemy. And this difference is linked to the culture – beliefs - faith. For this reason, the US shouldn't intervene physically in any kind of interventions in similar culture-oriented countries. Otherwise, it would be worse than the crisis itself, because any US and allied presence among intervenees is considered as an invasion instead and often causes failure. Mouse in a Cage, by Jenny Wren (USA) Posted 5/13/07 I picture it as God and how he must have first seen it and I shout "Light ,let there be light!" and the light comes and it is good. Thank God we can 'see'. We can read , travel the world over and never leave the four walls. TV can take us into outer space. We can witness many celestial sights, planets erupting, the sun in all of its burning, and we have to wonder why it has never burnt up, from the beginning of time. A big fire for thousands of years. Wow, what a fire! After the Tea Party, by V.U. Umelo (Gambia) Posted 5/6/07 When the people of the city went to the news-stands that Saturday morning, they were told, ‘there may be no papers today.’ The people were angry. They wanted to know why might there be no papers today. Why can’t they have ordinary papers to read? They insisted, ‘we must have papers to read. How else can we know what is happening in our country if we have no papers to read? We must have papers to read.’ The Harry Potter Plotter, by Kenneth Mulholland (Australia) Posted 4/15/07 This article contains revelations that may shock and astound. (As opposed to awe.) So, what will happen to Harry Potter, do you think? This is a question that hangs in the air, and will do so until the release of the final book... Or, will it be the final book? Conflict through Shared Power: Rwanda, by Claude Shema Rutagengwa (Norway) Posted 5/6/07 Unfortunately, there still wasn't full willingness between actors in that conflict, until the unspeakable genocide against Tutsis took place and more than 1,000,000 of them and moderate Hutus perished. Killing Tutsis and moderate Hutus was the only way chosen by authorities to keep power in their own hands. Imagine! This is the principle: “Instead of sharing power with you, I would rather exterminate you.” So extreme indeed. Why Me Daddy?, by Angela Adame (USA) Posted 4/28/07 Tip- toeing down each cold step, her heart was pounding, her little feet barley moving. The last step she walked towards the black corridors which lead to her daddy’s library. A small crack was left open enough to take a little peek. Looking Back, by Jenny Wren (USA) Posted 4/28/07 Have you kept a close watch over all the things that have been happening for the past three hundred years? Never have there been more 'smart people' in the whole world than today, bar none, I mean really smart dudes. Then there are us peons who are afraid to venture out a mite. The Fall of a Hunter, by Dipita Kwa (Cameroon) Posted 4/1/07 Suddenly, with a swift swooping movement, one of them headed down, straight for what appeared to be a lizard fighting desperately with death. But before the hawk could reach its target, a crooked stone went racing towards it. The bird hastily dropped its hunt and flew off for its life, sounding a warning shrill to its friends. Rusa - A Wise Little Child with Straight and Clear Objective, by Claude Shema Rutagengwa (Norway) Posted 3/25/07 Hervé Rusa was 5 and half years when he was attending a local nursery school in Rwanda, the heart of Africa. It was time for exams before closing the semester. Sport and physical education was compulsory in school, even though it wasn’t major subject at his age. Agape Hearts, Chapter 1, by Valerie Bradley-Holliday, Ph.D. (USA) Posted 3/23/07 God made us multifaceted beings within a social environment with reactions that are: physical, mental, emotional, behavioral and spiritual. The spiritual reactions are what ultimately have the potential to bring us closer to God. Spiritual reactions involve re-evaluating our beliefs, dealing with our emotions towards God, developing our relationship with God, attending a place of worship and building His kingdom. Knowledge of our spiritual reactions requires an active interior life. An active interior life requires an understanding that we are holistic spiritual beings. My Black Day, by Uzoeshi Okechukwu (Nigeria) Posted 3/11/07 Oyego! A name that sends shivers down my spine each time I hear it. It belonged to the most notorious madman who lived in my village before the cold hands of death took him away. His birth name was Buchi but people called him Oyego because of his esteemed love for food. He was the hostile type and had wounded many people on different occasions. The little children of my village found pleasure in vexing him. A Mother's Heart, by Dipita Kwa (Cameroon) Posted 3/10/07 I slipped out of my canoe and into the cold water of the swamp to pin down the lower end of the net into the mud so that no fish would swim through it from beneath. The water was very dark this morning with all the tree branches forming a thick canopy above. Transcend Africa Network Report, 2006, Rais Neza Boneza (Norway) Posted 3/18/07
The Journey, by Wayne Roe (USA) Posted 3/18/07 The King of the Jews looks down at the dirt about twelve inches from His face. He has fallen and the weight of the cross is pushing Him to the ground. His eyes are almost swollen shut; He can see, but barely. He looks down again and sees the blood that has dripped from His face. The whip rises; the guard swings and slashes His back. Pain shoots through His body; He starts to shake a little more after each blow. Strange Love in a Strong Heart, by Dr. Claude Shema Rutagengwa Posted 3/18/07 Nevertheless, despite that no one single word does exist to describe what love is, in spite of all risks and confusions brought by love itself the fact of being in love, every single human being agrees that love exists or at least does believe in love, or isinterested in love, or simply can get the minimum possible benefits earned from love. When All is Lost, by Dipita Kwa (Cameroon) Posted 3/2/07 Being the family chauffeur and Dikongue’s bodyguard for nine years has given me enough sense to know when the family wound was scratched. From the angry voices coming from the house, I was convinced that Muto was in trouble again as all the Dikongue’s offspring were all the time. At sixteen, I thought Muto was already too much. A Wound in the Deep, by Nimrod Wambugu (Kenya) Posted 2/25/07 The entire population living within and in the whereabouts of the station could not make ten families. The rent for those living on actual railway property was payable to a certain village personage who had allocated himself a grander home within the railway station - the three-roomed former office of whoever it was that had been the highest-ranked officer in the times of the viable rail. The rest merely occupied single rooms. ATime to Grow, by Joel Ogar (Nigeria) Posted 2/25/07 Ariku Peter Ariku, stood in the front of his father’s mud house, looking set and serious. He glanced down the non-tarred road for an oncoming bus, those types that were rejected in cities and appreciated in villages, to take him to the nearest motor park where he could find his way to bigger city. He had Lagos in mind The Ice Angel of Death - final chapter just released - BlackEagle Girls (vol. 3) by Author-Me Editor Ken Mulholland (Australia) Posted 2/18/07 Priscilla's eyes widened with fear as she frantically turned her head from side to side, struggling to move beneath the tight bedclothes as the dark figure mounted her prone body, effectively pinning her flat to the mattress and preventing her from wrenching her arms free. A Duty of Love, by Henry Chukwuemeka Onyema (Nigeria) Posted 2/18/07 Amarachi wiped the tears from her eyes for the umpteenth time and stood up. She did not feel tired even though she had not slept a wink for twenty-four hours. A strange lightness encased her head like a feathery envelope as she paced the well-furnished room. I hope I am not going mad, she thought with a wiry smile. Who would not go nuts in the kind of situation I am in? Development and Global Warming, by Dr.Claude Shema Rutagengwa (Norway) Bio Posted 2/18/07 Despite the gloomy outlook, this conflict also carries a potential for fundamental change, a transcendence of all humanity. Being faced with a crisis of unprecedented dimensions and fatal prognosis, humanity realizes it must live differently; according to living standards and morality that can sustain our planet. Monkey Boy, by Dan Akinlolu (S. Africa) Posted 2/11/07 The boy often operated the biggest of the ballistic missiles. He was also really good at AK 47 assault rifle. His fellow militia youth called him Monkey Boy. As he was oiling the nozzle of his riffle, the nozzle discharged white smoky speck to his young inquisitive face. Monkey Boy looked haggard with unkempt hair and red sunken eyes. Since the civil war began, he’d been working for the guerilla commandant for almost a year. Honour of a Woman, by Dipita Kwa (Cameroon) Posted 2/11/07 I knelt on our bed – the one I shared with my sister Muto – and peeped through a crack on the termite-infested plank window. I wasn’t surprised that my mother was still sitting on the veranda, waiting for Muto’s return. Muto and Mama never stopped fighting. There was something repulsive between the two of them that pulled them apart if not together for a fight. The House of Khol, Chapter 3, by Sonny Azeez (Nigeria) Posted 2/11/07 "Poor child, she must have almost danced herself to death," said one of the chubby women standing over Cartelia’s unconscious body. Their complexions were pale and their cheeks, rosy, as if it was in a constant state of blushing. They both had their hands folded in front of their laps and stood at the same height. The only difference between them lay in their eyes. Prudy had green, slanting eyes, while Nuby had deep, blue almond eyes. Lost at Midnight, by Angela Adame (USA) Posted 2/11/07 It was a crisp, cold night with a heavy fog floating over the Sierra Pass. A lonesome silence filled the open territory of the Sierra Pass, and on that midnight drive, it was one that young Jolene would never forget it. The wind blew her hair all over her view, she closed the window. She loved the wind when taking night drives, but this night was a little too cold for her. Port Sudan Journal, by Victor Lugala (Sudan) Posted 2/3/07 The end of my journey to Port Sudan was the beginning of yet another torturous journey in my life. This sea side city was like a large open prison. The common stereotype here held that, a stranger who enters the port remains shackled to the strings of an octopus in the sea bed. I refused to believe it but at the same time I was wary of the thought. I didn’t come here to sentence myself to life prison, anyway. A Brief Visit Back to Britannicus, by Leslie Weddell (UK) Posted 2/3/07 In the 400 years (or thereabouts) that the mighty conquering Roman Army occupied the mainland of 'Britannicus' (better known today as Britain) all they wanted to do after a hard decade or two of killing, pillaging and raping the whole place, was to just settle down to a quiet life of ruling the country. A Son's Love, by Evans Kinyua (Kenya) Revised 9/30/06Key to Success: 10 Success Tips for Maximum Achievement, by Sharif Khan Posted 10/1/06Going Home, by V. U. Umelo (Nigeria) Selected for Author Africa 2007 Posted 8/27/06 Tropical Paradise, by Evans Kinyua (Kenya) Posted 8/26/06Married to the Lord, by Henry Chukwuemeka Onyema (Nigeria) Posted 8/26/06Tenant in the City, by Clarius Ugwuoha (Nigeria) Posted 8/5/06The Collector of Lives, by Lauri Kubuitsile (Botswana) Scheduled for Author Africa 2007 Posted 7/22/06God Is My Rock, Chapter 5 of The Shadows of Yesterday, by Carmen Pena Posted 8/26/06A Night so Damp, by Uche Peter Umez (Nigeria) Posted 7/22/06The True Winners, by Henry Onyema (Nigeria) Posted 7/21/06
Between April and July 1994, Rwanda went through one of History‘s darkest periods; an estimated more than one million Rwandans were brutally killed by fellow Rwandans in a very systematic state planned genocide unheard of in recent history Confronted with the prospect of sharing power with exiles fighting for the right of return, the regime in Kigali at the time marshaled all its resources, including masses in Rwanda ’s country side and mobilized them to kill in groups so that none would be individually held responsible for genocide at the end of the day. A Plowing Memory of Yore, by Jenny Wren (USA) Posted 12/23/06 Stranger than Fiction, by Sharif Khan Posted 12/12/06A Hilly Bill Tale, by Jenny Wren Posted 11/17/06Leadership Lessons from Pope John Paul II, by Sharif Khan Posted 9/17/06The German Nuisance, by Cora Ann Metz Posted 9/17/06Europe Elections Towards Peace and Stability In D.R. Congo, by Rutagengwa Claude Shema (Norway) Posted 9/30/06 Tradition in Gumra Village, by Niala Maharaj (Netherlands) Includes "Genesis of a Short Story." Posted 4/16/06AfricaThe Holy Warrior, by David L. Lukudu (Sudan) Revised 1/10/07A Taste for Eggs, by Chaltone Tshabangu (Zimbabwe) (Selected for Author Africa 2007) Posted 12/16/06 Skimmed Chronicles from Paedophilia: It’s a Country, by Nimrod Wambugu (Kenya) Posted 11/5/06Witness Relocation, by Tinashe Mushakavanhu (Zimbabwe) Excerpt - scheduled for Author Africa 2007 Posted 10/15/06Pacific Last gasp, Priscilla - Chapter 17 - BlackEagle Girls - a novel by Ken Mulholland (G, Australia) Posted 12/16/06 Queen Helen of Sparta in the Secret Garden, by Kenneth Mulholland (Australia) Posted 10/21/06 The Warrior's Last Job, by Ken N. Kamoche Extract of story for Author Africa 2007 Posted 7/15/06
Gobah and the Killer Healers, by Bob G. Kisiki (Uganda)Posted 1/6/07 They were taking one such walk one day, when the sun went down on them. They were very far away from home, and Marla started to panic. ‘We’ll be fine, Marla dear,’ her brother comforted her. USA - America, Write for Us! Write a How-To First, by Patricia L. Fry (USA) Posted 1/28/07 Are you eager to write a novel, a memoir or a children’s book, but you are intimidated by the enormity of the task? If you’ve done your research, you know that publishing is a daunting undertaking. And there are no guarantees that your book will be successful. Eldercare - In the Life-Care Home, by Jenny Wren (USA)Posted 1/29/07 1. Do not look at me when you see drool sliding down my chin, unnoticed by me. Instead of turning up your nose, why not get a tissue and gently wipe my chin for me. (I would for you, if the roles were reversed.)
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When looking at war we see that states have considered it in their sovereign right to wage war against anyone who was considered a threat. As war was thought to be a characteristic of the international system, it was looked at as being natural because all states within the system felt that they were entitled to engage in war as a right through the principles of sovereignty.
