The sun was burning hot as President Ibrahim Trare and his guards drove along a dusty road. They had been on the move since morning, attending different events, shaking hands, and giving speeches. Everyone was tired, but Ibrahim Trare was feeling something more. He was very hungry. Sitting at the back of his black SUV, he spoke, “I need to eat. I can’t take it anymore.” One of his guards, a tall man with sharp eyes, quickly replied, “Sir, we know a fancy restaurant not too far from here. Very clean, very safe.” Another guard added, “Yes, sir. Only important…
Author: town gist
The sun was rising gently over the land of Burkina Faso. It was a beautiful morning. The air was cool, and the birds were singing sweet songs in the trees. On a smooth, tarred road, a long convoy of black vehicles sped down the highway. In the middle of the convoy was the president’s car — strong, shiny, and well-guarded. Inside, President Ibrahim Traoré, dressed smartly in his traditional wear, was reading through some important files. He looked up and said to his assistant, “We must get to the capital in two hours. This meeting is for the future of…
It was a busy afternoon at the airport. People rushed around with luggage, some laughing, some arguing, some tired from long journeys. Flight 227 to West Africa was ready to board. A few passengers waited in the first-class lounge, sipping drinks and scrolling on their phones. Among them sat a quiet man dressed in a plain black calf tan. His shoes were clean, but not flashy. His bag was small, his face calm, unreadable. He said nothing. He watched everything. He held a first-class ticket. A few people looked at him once, then twice. A Black man alone in the…
The courtroom was tense, the air thick with anticipation. The judge, a stern woman in her late fifties with a reputation for being unforgiving, peered down at the defendant over her glasses. Her lips curled into a faint smirk as she addressed him. “Mr. David Miller,” she began, her voice dripping with condescension. “You’ve chosen to represent yourself in this case. Grand theft auto and resisting arrest are serious charges. Are you sure you don’t want a real attorney? This isn’t a game, young man.” David, a scrawny 18-year-old, stood up. His hands trembled slightly as he adjusted his ill-fitting…
What happens when cops slam a 72-year-old woman to the ground for handing out free pie at church? They had no idea who she’d call. What happened next made the whole block go silent. You don’t know pain till your knees crack against a sidewalk that forgot what mercy feels like. But let me start with the part that makes folks uncomfortable. Every Tuesday, I drag my bad hip, my pies, and my folding table down to 145th and Plymouth, right outside St. James Baptist. I ain’t selling anything. I feed people. That’s it. No banners, no hashtags—just warm pie…
Black woman adopted two white kids 28 years ago. You won’t believe how they repaid her. Marsha Daniels was only 25 years old when she first saw them two tiny white infants swaddled in mismatched hospital blankets, abandoned in the NICU under harsh fluorescent lights. No names, no known parents just “Baby A” and “Baby B” written on their bassinets. She wasn’t supposed to be in that wing that day. She had only stopped by after her evening janitorial shift at the hospital, looking for a quiet place to sit for a few minutes before heading to her second job.…
To pay my mother’s debt, I was forced to marry an elderly woman, the owner of the hotel. I never imagined my life would spiral this way. I was just 20—bright, full of dreams, with a scholarship in journalism and a part-time gig at the front desk of the Belleview Grand Hotel. That was all I needed to keep me and my mother afloat after my father’s passing. But life doesn’t wait for you to catch your breath. When the calls started, I thought they were a mistake. “Your mother owes $87,000 in defaulted loans.” I laughed at first. My…
In a quiet, tight-knit community nestled deep in the southern countryside, the arrival of a new priest stirred cautious curiosity. The locals were deeply religious—loyal to their parish, rooted in tradition, and hesitant about change. So when a young, charismatic 35-year-old American named Father George arrived to replace their beloved elder priest of several decades, whispers filled the pews. At first, they doubted him. He was young. He was different. He had studied in Rome, spoke with energy, and preached in ways they weren’t used to. But slowly, Father George won their hearts. He visited the sick. He comforted the…
The countryside was fading into evening, soft shades of gray and blue sweeping across the sky. A breeze whispered through tall grass and wildflowers, rustling the trees that lined the edge of a quiet, forgotten field. The kind of silence that only rural life could hold—unbothered, steady, and slow. At the front gate of her small garden, 74-year-old Marlene stood with a dented metal watering can in hand. Her back ached from a long day of weeding, but her eyes—sharp as ever—narrowed at something odd across the field. Down a narrow dirt trail, near the bend of a grove, an…
Pregnancy with twins is often seen as a double blessing, bringing both double joy and double responsibility. But it also comes with increased risks and challenges. So when a woman is expecting twins, she must take special care of her health. She needs more rest, more support, and more folic acid to help prevent birth defects. Now imagine not just two—but seventeen. That’s where today’s miracle begins. Anushka was a hardworking woman who worked as a pizza chef in a restaurant. She was known for her delicious pizzas and her warm smile. One day, while serving a customer, the man…