Short Story

The Story of a Poor Liberian Girl

Under the street lamp late that evening two women swept the trash on the tarmac road, their heads bowed and hands gripping the handles of their wooden brooms. The older woman was about forty years of age, thin and slender, with a lean face and hollow cheeks. The younger woman was even thinner than the older one was, and big with child. They wore ill-fitting blue overalls, MCC (Monrovia City Corporation) crudely painted on the backs, head-ties and shower slippers, their feet dirty and covered with dust.

Criminal Lawyer Jason Doe Solves: The Case of the Desperate Witness

Prosecutor Samson Weah regarded the witness with sympathetic eye.

“What happened afterward, Joe Boyd?”

“He told me that if he had his way, I would be dead.”

“Why?”

“Because he said I was following his wife and that night we had a quarrel where I sustained an injury on my right hand.”

“Did you follow his wife?”

“No.”

The prosecutor’s smile was triumphant, and sweeping his head away from the spectators, said, “Boyd, what happened on the first weekend of May?”

“I met the defendant Dorothy Jones when I came out of a pharmacy store.


The Author

And So They Came

Emeka was sitting in his lodgings, reading Anton Chekov’s Ward Number 6, when a mortar shell exploded outside. This was followed seconds later by a staccato burst of gunfire that seemed like heavy raindrops were falling onto the corrugated roofing of the building. Emeka dropped the book to the floor. He grabbed his rifle lying beside him on the cot. All the soldiers with him in the lodgings, in fact, sprang to action. Grabbing their guns and helmets, some struggling into their boots, some into their uniforms, they ran out of the building.

And So They Came

President Samuel K. Doe sat in his office with three of his aides, called to a gathering which the president had warned was to be held in the strictest secrecy. The lives of his security operatives, as well as those of the cabinet officials and relations who had taken refuge with him in the Executive Mansion, he said, were at stake.

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