African Storm

By Sarah Alexander

The 'African Storm' by Sarah Alexander follows the story of a British diplomat posted in Addis Ababa, the capital of African nation, Ethiopia. He meets Marjani, a local woman in Addis, who introduces him to the dark alleys of the Ethiopian capital. The story has multiple twists and turns full of lust, sex, deceit and murder.

African Storm is a well-written and fast-paced novel that will keep readers entertained from beginning to end.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sarah Alexander
• Release date: Sep 13, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005456788

Sarah Alexander

A wordsmith by mind and a globe trotter by heart. I love to create new worlds. Welcome to my world.

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AFRICAN STORM

Sarah Alexander

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Table of contents

Chapter 1

Asher & Aida

Chapter 2

The Apartment

Chapter 3

Marjani

Chapter 4

The Evidence

Chapter 5

Saturday Night

Chapter 1

Asher & Aida

T

he sun’s rays glared down on unsuspecting Ethiopians and a certain Briton, burning on their skins with a temper that could only be soothed by sunscreen and something cold.

Asher sipped on a bottle of cold water as he walked down the narrow roads of Kazanchis to his apartment complex, his eyes covered from the sweltering sun by dark shades. At 6:25 pm, the sun had begun setting, hues of a violent red, a harsh orange and muted yellows filling the sky beautifully, making Asher pull out his smartphone to take a picture. It was a habit picked up after his job started taking him around Africa. He took a picture of everything, never letting a noteworthy moment pass him by without a picture being taken for remembrance.

Passers-by stared at him with judgmental looks in their eyes, shaking their heads at the overly enthusiastic Ferengi who thought he could fit in, just by walking amongst them and sometimes speaking their language badly.

Asher, however, wouldn’t be put down, waving and bowing slightly to whoever cared to look his way. It didn’t take long until he could see the apartment complex, and he let out a deep breath, instantly feeling relieved.

Master Asher, won’t you buy today? the wide-lipped fruit seller opposite the complex called to him in her loud, gritty voice, making him wince as he attempted to enter the building stealthily. Cursing under his breath, he put on a smile and turned to her.

Not today, Nyala. I haven’t finished the bananas I got yesterday. He informed with forced laughter, waving the woman before shutting the glass doors behind him.

Nyala is still disturbing you? Do I tell her off? The receptionist’s warm voice floated into his ears, drawing a smile from