Annie Chibesakunda

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2023

Stories (9)

9 Stories

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“Fallacious Tranquillity” by Annie Chibesakunda

Submitted to Contest #288

The Countryside  The countryside belies the notion that in its embrace, tranquillity reveals her purest essence. She is often envisioned as flawless, serene, and undeniably righteous, drawing both the inspired writer and the retired elder into her gentle fold. Silent in her ways, she possesses a nurturing spirit, knowing precisely how to mend a wounded lamb back to health. With tender care, she feeds it, and in return, the price of her attention is revealed. The Writer  In pursuit of motivation amidst silence, a writer fi...

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“Lulu and the Complaints of the White Oak Tree” by Annie Chibesakunda

Submitted to Contest #283

It was Christmas time, but the snow was taking an awful long time to fall in Lulu’s region. The ground was dry as if it had been turned to stone—like a punishment for the devil's tempting ways in the desert. The sky was a cold blue, allowing the sun to shine on the earth while freezing its rays. The birds had all flown south, leaving no life visible in the sky. The bold eagles were probably nesting nearby, but one day, when Lulu looked up, the size of the empty sky overwhelmed her, dwarfing even the majestic eagles.  The trees stood nak...

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“The Christmas Date” by Annie Chibesakunda

Submitted to Contest #283

It all started with a phone introduction from a mutual friend. I agreed to go on a date with a tall, young man from my department. He was my senior but not directly in my team, so I didn’t have any HR concerns. I had heard that he was a Christian, and as a practising Catholic, I didn’t see any issue in dating a Pentecostal man. This was our first date— a Christmas date, to be exact. On Christmas Day 2015,  I slipped into my white V-neck shirt, which hugged my chest just right, and paired it with a jean skirt that clung to my hips before...

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“The woman and the beast” by Annie Chibesakunda

Submitted to Contest #279

Professor Manda entered the lecture hall, and the entire auditorium fell silent upon noticing her presence. She tapped the floor as she walked in her blocked purple heels, which complemented her purple and green Ankara dress. Her braided hair was styled in a small bun, and she adorned her normal-sized earlobes with silver earrings. She looked the part as she stood in front of the people. She was the wife, the mother, and the first woman professor in her town.She stood at the podium and leaned forward into the microphone. She began to sp...

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“Bless me Father” by Annie Chibesakunda

Submitted to Contest #278

Mukuka sat on the wooden stool, anxiety twisting in his stomach as he waited for Father Yacobo to hear his confession. He was unsettled, his mind racing with the weight of the secret he was about to reveal. The makeshift church, also known as ‘insaka’, stood on four sturdy wooden planks, its open walls offering a glimpse of the village beyond. Inside, simple oblong wooden benches were scattered in the centre, bare except for the dust that had settled over time.Five years earlier, missionaries from the north had arrived, bringi...

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“No Cardiac-Pulmonary activity” by Annie Chibesakunda

Submitted to Contest #276

I grew up as a curious little girl, always asking "Why?" whenever I didn’t understand something. One day, my world was shaken. My grandfather passed away after heart surgery, and it left me completely bewildered.“Daddy, if Grandpa went for a heart surgery, how come he died?” I asked, my voice trembling with confusion.“I don’t know,” my father replied quietly. I could see the sadness in his eyes, the kind of sorrow that he probably wouldn’t let me see in front of him. As per tradition, men were supposed to be strong, and crying was not an opt...

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“Bekhor, the first Son” by Annie Chibesakunda

Submitted to Contest #275

Bruriah ran along the empty streets as she heard singing coming from most of the houses. She had fallen asleep behind a stack of hay because she was tired from all the work she had been forced to do for her Egyptian mistress. So, she thought to hide away for a while, but then she fell asleep until sunset. The night was falling fast, the last feeble rays of the sun dipping into the vast Nile River. Bruriah made her way through the simple Israeli housing structures when she saw a doorpost stained with blood.She remembered how the Medianite for...

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“The Crocodile of the Luswa River” by Annie Chibesakunda

Submitted to Contest #274

 Mwelwa was somewhat reckless but adventurous as a child; he loved nothing more than to swim in the Luswa River despite his mother's warnings about the powerful waves that could carry him away. He thought he could handle anything that came his way. Whenever Mwelwa swam in the rivers near his village, he stretched his arms and looked up at the sky, the water lifting him to float, and gentle flow seemingly whispering secrets of the ancient times in his submerged ears.   One day, while he played with the stones on the riverbank w...

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“Where do broken hearts go?” by Annie Chibesakunda

Submitted to Contest #267

Chama braced herself for the long journey ahead. The night was dark and windy, with a storm brewing on the horizon. Determined to press on, she prepared to face the strengthening downpour. Mulenga had shattered her heart, and the sting was compounded by his call that night, his voice tinged with concern as he asked, “Are you alright?”How did he expect her to respond after their breakup two weeks ago? She had been waiting for him in the restaurant, her heart racing with the hope that his call meant a proposal was imminent. Instead, he arrived...

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Author bio

A. Chibesakunda is an emerging Zambian children's author who enjoys telling stories from her homeland.