Stalked By A Mafia Episode 4 – Tisa Phiri
Stalked By A Mafia - Episode 4
A story by Tisa Phiri
Scar shook his head, he knew that if Chile was to know how much he felt for Sila he would use her against him...
Stalked By A Mafia Episode 3 – Tisa Phiri
Stalked By A Mafia - Episode 3
A story by Tisa Phiri
After the incidence in the evening with Sila, Scar drove to a bar and decided to stay away from Sila for that night. As...
Stalked By A Mafia Episode 2 – Tisa Phiri
Stalked By A Mafia - Episode 2
A story by Tisa Phiri
"Hey sonny !" Sila hugged her son Isaac but they all called him Zac.
"Where is my ice cream mommy ?" Zac asked searching his...
Stalked By A Mafia Episode 1 – Tisa Phiri
Stalked By A Mafia
A story by Tisa Phiri
Scar looked at his watch , it was slightly past midnight . "This job is a hit " he thought to himself.
He looked at the boys...
NOT DEAD YET Final Part 10 – Uncle Nnamdi
NOT DEAD YET… (X)
I paid Papa a visit at the hospital the following morning. And from the look of things, his condition wasn't getting any better. I saw a man once bustling with life...
NOT DEAD YET Part 9 – Uncle Nnamdi
NOT DEAD YET… (IX)
I may have little or no idea of what actually transpired right after Ken disclosed the ill news of Mama's death and Papa's predicament to me. But I was sure I...
NOT DEAD YET Part 8 – Uncle Nnamdi
NOT DEAD YET… (VIII)
As though the death of the farmer was not enough, the gunmen also opened fire on the pigs, destroying the livestock in their hundreds. They also proceeded to set the farmer's...
NOT DEAD YET Part 7 – Uncle Nnamdi
NOT DEAD YET… (VII)
I firmly stepped on the gas with every ounce of strength I could muster and the truck took off through the pathway, galloping against the thick wet shrubs that stood in...
NOT DEAD YET Part 6 – Uncle Nnamdi
NOT DEAD YET… (VI)
"Kill Irene!""kill Irene!"My mind echoed repeatedly as every step I took drew me closer to the cabin. I was determined, ready for whatever repercussion my act would fetch me.
Few steps to...
NOT DEAD YET Part 5 – Uncle Nnamdi
NOT DEAD YET… (V)
Trying hard to maintain maximum composure, I resorted to silent prayers. If ever I would have to pick between dying by bullet wounds or a snake's venom, I'd opt for the...