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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Abeeba grabbed the door knob and tried to force it open. I’m looking forward to being a follower of your blog and checking out all your future posts as well! Comments on this thread are that of the maker and they do not necessarily reflect the organizations stand jallam views on issues. But I can tell that it’s funny and well-written.

Here is a link to the story. Meanwhile Abeeba continued her offensive. She jumped quickly on top of him and began to whack him violently. The women jumped about frantically, like scared antelopes. His right cheek was smeared with dried drool, and whitish mucus gathered at the ends of his eyes.

Mallam Sile

You rubbish heap of a man! Prin pirin pi, Wein son! 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 buried his small body in her massive, protective frame and soon fell into a deep, mallwm sleep.

I agree, I really enjoyed this one as well. With all the might he could muster, Samadu threw another fist, but Abeeba had already anticipated it. And if he has decided not to pay, please let him keep the amount.


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 in the Caine Prize for African Writing. But Abeeba had come prepared: But her strength was just too much for Samadu. 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.

But Abeeba insisted that she must see the tough guy. An hour later, when they were preparing to open the teashop for their customers, Abeeba announced that Samadu had paid the money he owed siel. I hope a lot of people join in. His strategy, therefore, was to throw punches and kicks from a safe distance, thereby avoiding direct contact with her.

Mallam Sile also thanked Allah for giving his neighbours the will and the courage to finally accept him just as he was created. The men attempted to mwllam Abeeba away from her victim, but that turned out to be a difficult task. So glad you found my blog through the Weekly Blog Hop.

Come and separate the fight, o! No sound was heard anywhere as Abeeba continued her attack on the tough guy.

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I don’t usually enjoy reading stories online, but I might just get over that I want to leave the rest of this story unspoiled as I hope others will have the pleasure of reading this story for the first time. Newer Post Older Post Home. I am getting fed up with their ways, and the sooner the folks here know that even the toad gets sick of filling his belly with the same dirty pond water everyday, the better! You’ve said just enough to pique my interest.

He was greeted politely by the tough guy, something he had never done before. He danced his feet, swung his arms, and moved his chest sideways, like true boxers did. I have not yet read this story. He was topless now, and clad only in a pair of corduroy knickers.


My thanks to Kinna for hosting this event. Then a loud bang was heard from the room.

He drew in a deep breath, and began to pray in his heart. Half of them called out Piri pirin pi, while the other half responded, Wen son! He would be the loser in the end. The veins on her neck stood erect, like those dervish fighters at the annual wrestling contest. He flashed a grin in the darkness and moved closer to his slumbering wife. Thank you, Mel U.

With a blinding quickness she seized Samadu by the sleeping wrapper tied around his neck and began to punch him. Zongo is traditionally the part of an urban area where people from the predominantly Muslim North migrate to. I will do so later in the week.

Prior to that, Abeeba had tried amicably to collect the money Samadu owed them, which was 80 cedis. 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. Last year I read his collection, The Prophet of Zongo Street, and really enjoyed it – I recommend it if you do come across it!

I love that you’ve been reading all of the Caine Prize short stories, I really should read more of them myself as the ones that I have read have been good. There is a fight! But Sile had quickly cautioned his wife: