African Novels & Stories

after saying that, Green came out of the room with her heart and mind totally scrambled. After Green's departure, Zafran who considered his business was done saying, "I'll leave now, Sir." "Yes, please, thank you for the information, I am indebted to you." Deep down, Zafran deeply felt sorry for Green, but nothing he could do, he didn't have any other choices. Just believe no human being was okay when doing something against his conscience. Just like Zafran, the man now really wanted to go after Green and apologized to the woman, but he kept his legs from coming after Green as he could.

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

Alpha Faye sits between them, being her beautiful and regal self as she chats animatedly to Alden. “My research recently has come so far we would be pleased to supply you and your Pack with better health care,” Alden offers, to which Faye’s face screws up immediately in response. “In all due respect, Alden, I appreciate your offer but my people are rather traditional. They wouldn’t take well to new medicines. Maybe with time, but not right now,” she explains kindly. I would love to be Faye.

“Where else have you been?” “It’s more of where I haven’t been,” he replied. He also reached over and picked up a spring roll. It crunched as he bit into it. “I’ve been just about everywhere.” I raised my eyebrows. “Where?” “You want me to list them?” He took a deep breath and squinted one eye. “Botswana, Cameroon, Ghana, Kenya, Lesotho, Malawi, Mozambique, Nigeria, South Africa, Swaziland, Rwanda, Seychelles, Sierra Leone, Uganda, Tanzania, Zambia, India, Malaysia, Pakistan-”

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

“Umm, you don’t just un-need glasses. Your mom couldn’t afford them in Zimbabwe?” “No, she told me that God would heal me if I prayed enough…” Anna says casually then pauses when she sees Henry’s shocked expression. Henry fixes his face. “Damn, I don’t know what to say…that is fucked up Anna…” Henry says. “Oh, I had forgotten that you were white…” she says. “What does that mean?” “There’s shit African parents do that white people would get completely shocked over that African kids know is messed up but it’s normalized in our communities…”

I return his handshake with one of mine. “ That’s a firm grip you have there” he says. “ I love the confidence” I smile politely. “ Thank you, Mr…?” “ Ade. Simon Ade. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” His name sounds unfamiliar and I try to guess his origins but fail . “ If you don’t mind me asking, that’s a beautiful name but where are you from?” He eyes twinkle with pride. “ Thought you’d never ask , Madam. I am from the place they call the giant of Africa.”

"Of course. General Lunella, I will prepare a fleet of planes with the supplies and fighters." "Thank you, General Mason." "This is very concerning," I say out loud. "What do you mean by that," Headmistress Amaya asks. "First, Africa is attacked almost relentlessly by the animals. They destroyed villages and towns, one after the other. And then, just stopped. Just like that. Now, it's Asia." When I say this out loud, all the commanders and generals turn toward me. I can see them thinking, taking my words in. They realize what I said is true.

I question the other King. "Enit'ayanf." "I cannot pronounce that." "It is an African name. A Yorùbá name to be precise, but then, just call me Eni." He tells and I nod my head, affirmatively.

Zuri replies, and I grow curious instantly. "You know, in the States, they don't teach us much about other places. Africa is one big mystery to me. Animal Planet shows us lions and giraffes while late-night commercials beg for money to feed starving African children... Sorry if that sounds insensitive. I was just wondering if that's true. I mean Africa is huge. Is that all there is in such a big place," I ask, and Zuri laughs. "There are many areas of extreme poverty, but there are also big cities. My area was pretty poor, and members of my tribe do wonder where their next meal is coming from," she explains, and I want to pinch my own arm.