It was a dark and stormy night as I made my way through the old abandoned mansion nestled near a river. The wind howled outside, rattling the windows and doors, making the entire house shake and feel as though it was alive. I shivered as I stepped into the mansion and was welcomed by fair darkness, immediately I felt a sense of unease wash over me.

I have never been in such a spacious mansion with squeaky floorboards and flickering lights. You could see the cobwebs in the corner and the...

I sat at my usual table in a coffee shop, my fingers dancing nimbly over the keyboard of my laptop. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the sweet scent of freshly baked pastries, and the buzz of conversation from other customers provided a soothing background noise.

As I typed away, I took a sip of my latte and, refocused on my writing. I had been working on a novel for months, and I was determined to finish it soon, I glanced in my diary and used some ideas and lines from it to...

I stopped talking about it since the day I fell off the chair while trying to impress my mother. It was a regular thing that I did. I would look for a wooden chair and call out to my mother. Thereafter, I'd stand on it to show her how tall I'd grown.

My siblings thought it was silly. Sometimes, I too thought it was silly. Who would want to see something like that? But my mother didn't care, she never questioned it.

Every time I stood on that chair, she'd stop what she was doing and just watch...

Mubita recently got shortlisted for the 2026 African Authors Recognition Awards. The voting is currently ongoing, but the final judgment will be in October.