The sun was very hot that afternoon in Wagadugu. The streets were busy as usual. People were buying and selling. Cars and motorcycles were everywhere, and the smell of roasted corn filled the air. In the middle of all the noise walked an old man called Mr. Dumbia. He was about 75 years old, thin, and his back was slightly bent because of old age. His white hair was shining under the sun. Many years ago, Mr. Dumbia was one of the best teachers in Burkina Faso. He taught many children who later became great people in the country. One…
Author: town gist
Her stepmother kicked her out. But she was hiding a fortune. The night air was heavy. Raindrops clung to the clay-tinted walls like they too were afraid to fall. But inside the house, the storm had already broken. “I said, get out.” The words pierced the hallway like a dagger sharp and echoing. Standing at the threshold, McKa, 16 years old, shoulders shaking, blinked back tears as her stepmother’s finger jabbed the air toward the street. “You think we owe you anything? I’ve had enough of your sneaking around.” Her stepmother, Clara, a tall, sharp-eyed white woman, stood in the…
The grand chandelier sparkled above the elegant wedding hall. Guests in black suits and shimmering gowns whispered politely as waiters glided by with glasses of champagne. At the center of the room, the bride—a beautiful white woman in a flowing white gown stood beaming beside her handsome groom, both surrounded by an air of happiness and wealth. No one noticed the small pair of eyes watching from behind the heavy velvet curtains. The boy, no older than ten, stood barefoot, wearing nothing but torn brown pants and an old shirt hanging off his thin body. His dark skin was smudged…
“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to step away from the flag,” the airport manager said. His voice cracked through the tension firm, but unsure—as his hand hovered just inches from the casket draped in stars and stripes. The Marine didn’t flinch. His gloved hand stayed firmly on the flag. His back was straight, eyes forward, silent. Passengers had paused midstep. Conversations went mute. The air felt heavier than the weight of the world. And right there, at Gate 42B, a war was quietly being waged—not with bullets, but with dignity. “I said step back. You’re not allowed…
Millionaire stops in front of beggar and says, “You’re my mom.” When the DNA results show up, she was shocked. For as long as he could remember, Daniel Foster knew two things: he had been adopted, and somewhere out there was a woman who had given him life, then vanished. Now at 32, Daniel was one of the wealthiest young men in the country CEO of a successful tech firm, owner of luxury cars, yachts, and private jets. On the outside, his life looked perfect, but inside, a void remained a hole that even billions couldn’t fill. For years, his…
Logan Whitaker paced nervously outside the hospital room, twisting his hands. The labor had lasted almost 20 hours, but now the moment was here. He was about to meet his first children—triplets. When he walked into the room, the nurses smiled at him. His wife, Sasha, looked tired but happy, her hair damp with sweat and her eyes full of emotion. Next to her were three tiny babies lying in bassinets, making soft little sounds. But when Logan saw them, his smile disappeared. All three babies had dark brown skin, soft curly hair, and big, beautiful dark eyes. They were…
She married a disabled Black man, but a big surprise awaited her on their wedding night. The room glowed with golden light as guests rose to their feet, applause echoing like thunder across the elegant hall. Flowers draped every pillar. Laughter danced between chandeliers. And at the center of it all stood Vanessa Grant—a stunning young woman in white lace, her smile brighter than anything she had ever worn. Across from her, seated in a sleek black wheelchair, was Daniel Walker, 32, his eyes locked on hers like she was the only person in the room. Vanessa gently slid the…
When this man received word that he’d inherited a lakehouse from a distant relative, he was instantly confused. Elliot Row, a 34-year-old social worker, was at home making dinner when the phone rang. It was his family notary calling with a surprising message. “Mr. Row, could you come by my office tomorrow? There’s an inheritance waiting for you.” He had no idea how bizarre this inheritance was. But it wasn’t until he stepped inside that the real story began to unfold. Elliot was quite confused by the notary’s remark. His parents were both still alive, and he couldn’t think of…
The hallway was bright, clean, and cold too cold. The kind of sterile silence that hospitals wear like armor. Nurse Grace Williams moved quickly down the corridor, her blue scrubs brushing against her knees as she walked. She had been pulled off her usual pediatric floor to cover the late ER shift. Short-staffed again, of course. Halfway to the trauma bay, something stopped her not a sound, not a cry, just a feeling. Slumped against the beige tiled wall was an elderly Black man. Alone. He looked like he’d been through a storm—his clothes torn and soaked, his skin darkened…
She gave birth to different-color twins, but her husband said, “Only the white one is mine.” The delivery room was still buzzing with the energy of new life—beeping monitors, muffled voices, the faint cries of two newborns wrapped in matching blankets. But amidst the soft light and sterile calm, everything was not okay. Lying on the hospital bed, pale and exhausted, Julia Carter, a white woman in her early 30s, held her newborn twins in her arms. One baby, fair-skinned, pink-cheeked, with tufts of light brown hair, nuzzled gently into her chest. The other, darker-skinned and curly-haired, equally healthy, cooed…