Mallam Sile can represent the color Dark blue because Sile is very smart and he knows what he wants. Plus he got the strive to be successful. “Mallam Sile” by Mohammed Naseehu Ali was short listed in for the Caine Prize. Of the eleven Caine stories I have read it is clearly in. 13 dez. Exposition Conflict Resolution Mallam Sile is a lonely man, who owns a tea shop on Zongo street in Kumasi, Ghana. Mallam was treated poorly.

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I love that you’ve been reading all of the Caine Prize short stories, I really should read more of them myself as mxllam ones that I have read have been good. I don’t usually enjoy reading stories online, but I might just get over that An hour later, when they were preparing to open the teashop for their customers, Abeeba announced that Samadu had paid the money he owed them. A few seconds later the door swung open, and Samadu stormed out, his face clearly showing the anger and red malice that was in his heart.

I agree, I really enjoyed this one as well. I will do so later in the week. Meanwhile Abeeba continued her offensive. His strategy, therefore, was to throw punches maolam kicks from a safe distance, thereby avoiding direct amllam with her.

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But I can tell that it’s funny and well-written. You rubbish heap of a man! He flashed a grin in the darkness and moved closer to his slumbering wife.

Mallam Sile

Prin pirin pi, Wein son! She wore a sleeveless ready-to-fight shirt and a pair of tight-fitting khaki shorts, and for the first time ever left her ubiquitous veil at home. Thank you, Mel U.

He smiled and thanked Allahu-Raheemu, the Merciful One, for curing the street folks of the prejudice they had nursed against him for so long. He was topless now, and clad only in a pair of corduroy knickers. I’m looking forward to being a follower of your blog and checking out all your future posts as well!


How come people I give credit suddenly pay me on time? The usual tactic boys used when fighting girls was to try and strip them of the wrapper around their waist, knowing that they would be reluctant to keep fighting half-naked. With all the might he could muster, Samadu threw another fist, but Abeeba had already anticipated it. The women placed their palms on their breasts, shaking their bodies in dread of what was about to happen.

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Abeeba retreated and waited for Samadu to emerge from the room. But her strength was just too much for Samadu.

Here is a link to the story. I have not yet read this story. The women jumped about frantically, like scared antelopes.

No sound was heard anywhere as Abeeba continued her attack on the tough guy. So glad you found my blog through the Weekly Blog Hop. Comments on this thread are that of the maker and they do not necessarily reflect the organizations stand or views on issues. I hope a lot of people join in. She jumped quickly siile top of him and began to whack him violently.

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The crowd got excited again. This story by Mohammed Naseehu Ali from Ghana first appeared in the short story collection, The Prophet of Zongo, and is one of the five entries shortlisted sille the Caine Isle for African Writing.

The veins on her neck stood erect, like those dervish fighters at the annual wrestling contest. She checked to make sure the amount maolam up to 80 cedis before she finally released Samadu.


And they are often the subject of Ali’s work, which is wonderful. Her eyes looked hard and brutish, and she moved her head in rapid movements as if she was having a fit of some sort. The harder the crowd cheered for Samadu, the fancier his footwork became. Last year I read his collection, The Prophet of Zongo Street, and really enjoyed it – I recommend it if you do come across it!

He stumbled on his left foot when he tried to connect the seventh blow, and he landed within a foot of Abeeba.

He danced his feet, swung his arms, and moved his chest sideways, like true boxers did. But soon after the fight erupted he realised that Abeeba was a mqllam quicker than he had presumed, as she managed to dodge malam first five punches he had thrown at her.

But Abeeba had come prepared: He threw a sixth punch and missed. He drew in a deep breath, and began to pray in his heart. Buried in Print-this is a very good story-well worth the few minutes it takes to read it-the online reading of short stories opened up a huge reading world for me- Kinna-I am glad I joined your event and thank you for hosting it-to me Ghanaian Literature Week is what Book Blogging is about-community building and education Parrish Lantern-thanks as always for the comment and visit Heidi-I am very glad we are now fellow followers.

Samadu knew immediately that if he engaged Abeeba in a wrestling match, she would use her bulky mass to force him to the ground. Come and separate the fight, o!