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Kaoli Chona

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2020

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WHEN A BLACK CULTURE FADES

Kaoli Chona

Submitted to Contest #292

Mona had a knack for noticing the unnoticed. Therefore when she came across a seemingly insignificant item, she could not avoid giving it more attention. Every evening, at exactly 16:30, she peeped through her curtain window and saw a single black dress hung outside the apartment across from hers. It wasn’t particularly elegant or new. The fabric, a soft yet sturdy black cotton, swayed slightly in the evening breeze. It was structured enough to hold its shape yet supple enough to drape naturally, giving it a silhouette that was both striking...

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The Anatomy of Un-forgiveness

Kaoli Chona

Submitted to Contest #281

Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of resentment, family conflict, emotional manipulation, un-forgiveness, and intense interpersonal tension, which may be distressing for some readers. Ah, Christmas, the time when joy is supposed to fill the air, it’s a season of strategic operations, covert missions, and glorious chaos. Celebrations are my playground. While others revel in the festivities, I thrive in the shadows, orchestrating my own kind of anarchy. No form, no color, no tangible presence—yet, to those who are attuned to it, I b...

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Mediating Financial Fraud: A Case of Marriage Betrayal

Kaoli Chona

Submitted to Contest #278

The old ways had always been clear: when conflict arose in a marriage, the family was the first to intervene, guiding the couple back to a place of understanding and reconciliation. But that was before the world began to creep in—before new values, foreign influences, and the idea of a global village began to rewrite the rules. This was before gender roles were questioned, before apologies could be offered by anyone—men, women, even elders—without shame. Julie and Reagan were about to experience just what this change meant. Julie sat at...

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Malingolingo International rumours

Kaoli Chona

Submitted to Contest #254

Write a story where a rumour starts to spread. Your protagonist is either the topic or the source.Malingolingo International rumoursThirteen October twenty twenty one marked the beginning of a new chapter in my career. After years in the Civil Service, I was stepping into the role of Director of Legal Services at Malingolingo International, a multinational company producing agricultural products ranging from tractors, seeds to herbicides. I was eager to compare the professionalism and productivity in the private sector with that of the publi...

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Desperate Remedies - Garlic Girl

Kaoli Chona

Submitted to Contest #248

The changing seasons in Zambia always signaled the return of my three sisters from the Diaspora, each arrival was a delightful reunion filled with laughter and love. "Sera, we're coming back home for summer!" their voices echoed through the mobile phone, their excitement clear even through the crackling connection. And so, with flights booked for 11th August, 13th August and 15th August, I prepared for their arrival as a seasoned hostess.Cleaning became my anthem as I danced through the house, rearranging furniture and stocking up on toiletr...

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War with Mighty Waters

Kaoli Chona

Submitted to Contest #247

The phone jolted me from my lazy Sunday afternoon slumber, beep beep and I groggily answered, expecting the usual mundane inquiries about church events or maybe even a wrong number. It was Reverend Jane on the line, her voice vibrated with energy and excitement. "Kaoli, my dear, we're going with you on an adventure to the Victoria Falls with Julius!" she exclaimed as if I had already agreed to go.The legendary Victoria Falls I heard was a marvel of nature so grand, it seemed like Mother Nature herself decided to show off her waters. I google...

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Thanks you to doctors

Kaoli Chona

Submitted to Contest #139

“Grow up”, my husband shouted. I was inhaling air continuously sniffing and it irritated my husband Randy. We had just walked out of the doctors’ office together and I had run alone, crying all the way home. Why did I even have a home and a husband when I had no child? I felt like a stranger at home and the house felt so dull. My stomach was always the object of my friends and workmates' stares. Some would stroke it, wondering when it would grow. Tears gashed out of my eyes like torrential rains as I complained to God an...

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