Fiction Friday: The Begging Bowl – Part 1

Fiction Friday: The Begging Bowl – Part 1

If it were not for the story he told me that day, I would have remembered him for his eyes. Each gasp of speech and great gulping for breath set them aquiver like sun-glint green apples on the surface of twin cisterns—two yellow-tainted, claret-crazed chamber pots...
Fiction Friday: The Begging Bowl – Part 2

Fiction Friday: The Begging Bowl – Part 2

Read Part 1 Here “Was his hair oiled, uncut, and braided wildly, like an Osu with ties of many colors?” he demanded. His face was flooded with awe, agony, and intense concentration—his bloodshot eyes quivering and glinting, reminding me of broken eggs with...
Fiction Friday: The Begging Bowl – Part 3

Fiction Friday: The Begging Bowl – Part 3

Read Part 2 Here Wilson’s career in Nigeria began at age thirty with his employment as a kind of managerial watchdog for a British retail firm. The company had established itself earlier in the century by engaging in the trade of palm oil for use in the manufacture of...
Fiction Friday: The Begging Bowl – Part 4

Fiction Friday: The Begging Bowl – Part 4

Read Part 3 Here The faces of the children captured his gaze before his eyes could wander over what he insisted was not bronze but pure gold. The faces were finely wrought with all the realistic details of the human form, down to the very lines around the joints of...
The Game – Part 3 of 3

The Game – Part 3 of 3

Read Part 2 Here Cochran stopped by the lamplight, and peered toward what was total blackness from where Ruby half-knelt. From somewhere, he had produced a police flashlight, maybe what he had punched her with before he dragged her out of the jewelry shop. The...
The Game – Part 2 of 3

The Game – Part 2 of 3

Read Part 1 Here Cochran was humiliated but he was even more angry with himself for putting up with her unpredictability. He decided to eliminate this variable from the equation. No more mister nice guy, he told himself. He retreated from the car and pulled his keys...
The Game – Part 1 of 3

The Game – Part 1 of 3

In the near darkness of the highway, the sedan’s cheap faux leather upholstery took on a sickly, blood-clot color that Ruby’s captor probably thought of as burgundy. She was on the back bench seat balanced precariously on her right side and slipping on her own cold...
The Africa-centric Worldview – Part 3 of 4

The Africa-centric Worldview – Part 3 of 4

Read Part 2 Here Afro-Futurist art work by Oakland artist Joshua Mays.  When I speak, or read or write about Africa, I am keenly aware that this word, which is also a place, means different things to different people. For many, it is one of the world’s seven...