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Her body exploded into a roar of feelings when he touched her shoulder. His fingers sent shock waves through her entire body. She couldn’t fight...it would be a futile fight anyway. Without either depth or authority like a heated ball of cheese resisting to crumble. Her heart sprung into overdrive beating against the chest rapidly in a reflex action. Every nerve cell jumped in delightful anticipation. Why. The tingling clumsy feeling through her thighs was like a carafe of cold water down her spine. The lon...
Submitted to Contest #43
The dawn was special; it gave Masompe village a touch of merry and delightful wonder as if all the stars had come down to visit. The sun rose majestically, strolled up the sky bringing back memories of Saddam Hussein’s lightning seizure of Kuwait decades ago. Its beams of light rolled back a rather drab blanket of darkness, consigning the harsh evil to a bottomless pit beyond the reach of our eyes.Suddenly, its forests became a hive of activity, birds jolted out of their nocturnal slumber to start singing an orchestra of melodious tunes, and...
Submitted to Contest #42
Pwinga tossed sleeplessly on a wooden plank, blinking the eerie night away, his whole body was aching like someone who had collided with a train. His troublesome companions, the Mosquitoes kept singing irritating tunes the whole night as if they did not know how to land and rest. The buzzing sounds of mosquitoes in the vicinity were punctuated eternally with painful jabs on his exposed skin as if the tiny legged creatures were trying to drain his blood supply. He had no defense against this sly enemy being several kilometers away from his ho...
Imagine you are Catherine, a landmine victim from war-torn Angola. Having lost both legs, loneliness has become your daily bread, and disgrace has stuck on you like a badge. While other kids of your age are ripping their throats hoarse sharing cakes of happiness within your compound, you are parked in a wheelchair sleeping like a dead body in a coffin. You quit playing with them because of the new names they gave you –cross-eyed invalid, stump- legged twit; the list was endless. You failed to stand that.You recently stopped going to school a...
Submitted to Contest #41
THE MASKED HUMANS“Can you imagine?” Madam Vulture flapped her wings excitedly; “I have just lost my fourth child to these human beings.”“Why are you complaining?”Madam Eagle twisted her terrible beak. “Rumour has it that you deliberately allowed your kids to scrounge for food on the ground.”“But vulture also,” Madam Parrot came in with a dejected face. “Why would you do such a thing to your kids?“That is a damned lie,” Madam Vulture said angrily. “The boys never touched the ground at all. The wicked boy struck them with arrows while they wer...
The heat was oppressive as the sun raced through a cloudless steel-blue sky. Pwinga walked through Ndema forest, the Remington hunting rifle stuck on his body like a third arm. He had spent the whole day hunting but didn’t kill any animal. Rounding a thick shrub he heard a startling sound shake the afternoon silence. It forced him to glare with big round eyeballs. His mouth flew open drawing an ugly O, his heart was gripped by a terrible premonition of danger. Holding his breath like a swimmer; he walked slowly towards the sound until he was...
“Know what,” Nasser beamed to his military chief, “I need to change my Capital City from Cairo.”“But where will you build a new Capital City, Gamal?” Amer asked wrinkling the negligible space between eyebrows and the hairline."Anywhere but not Cairo," he said with eyes that had a far off look. "But what do you have against Cairo?""It is too ancient and far from the Aqsa mosque for prayers," Nasser said scowling his face like someone who is doing deep thinking."But where do you intend to ...?"Amer did not finish the question.“I was thinking o...
“Mawee!” Sibongile yelped loudly. “Mamaaaaaaaa! We are finished.”The sound of a woman wailing in the cool morning hauled me out of deep sleep. Throwing the blankets off I strode to the window to see the cause of the trouble. Pulling aside the spotted curtains, I saw a woman slapping her head repeatedly and drumming the ground with her feet like a madwoman. Her bottom oscillated up and down like someone trying to drop it completely.“What is it, Sibongile?” I shouted angrily through the window. The disturbance had galed me but as I watched the...
Submitted to Contest #39
OVERVIEW THERAPY“This is crazy,” thundered William Casey, his face muscles drawn into a pained snarl. “Why is Zambia wasting billions of dollars funding a road to nowhere?”“That is why we brought this to your attention, William,” Admiral Poindexter spread his palms explaining. “At the Council, we found this whole thing very strange. They must have something up there sleeves.”“They may as well construct one on the moon,” William Casey came back; disdain working into his soul like cognac.“Masompe seems to be so important to them,” Poindexter c...
Submitted to Contest #37
“Ahaaaaaa!”The man whispered softly. He was an anxious man and his anxiety was as hard as a crust of bread. His sweat drops scattered on his brow looking exactly like morning dew drops on a wide-open leaf. As he settled down on a spot behind a huge grey beech, apprehension clawed at his heart like a shambok striking bare skin. He had wandered in the woods for twelve hours without shooting at my animal, and now it was getting late. Gripping the rifle firmly, though his fingers shook nervously in the afternoon heat, he thanked the heavens that...
Submitted to Contest #36
My diarySunday, February 10, 1981Dear Diary,Today was a special day for me, my first day at a secondary school.The Head looked angry as he showed me, my class.At eight hours, my heart leaped up with true joy when the maths teacher, Ms. Chiyumba, entered our class. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. There was a big smile on her big moist lips as she greeted us warmly. Her eyes were cleverly hidden behind dark glasses. What happened next made me the happiest boy in class, if not the whole of Pemba High School.The madam taught br...
Submitted to Contest #35
“This is urgent, David” Clinton shouted across the huge mahogany table. His grey eyebrows vibrated excitedly like cat whiskers. “The repercussions could be damn serious.”“I am very worried about the last winter,” Clinton said sadly.“What about it?”‘Rockefeller almost shouted. “Aren’t you happy that it has blown over leaving us better than before?”“The repercussions prickle my skin with fear as if I killed the others with my own bare hands.“Why should you feel like that?” Rockefeller said between angry grunts. “All winters prune leaves ...
Imagine you have been invited to a game night at Martha’s Vineyard by Barrack Obama, the former president.And it goes like this, “Hey John, come over we enjoy soaking our brains in beer and doing games,” he is on phone but you picture the man with his facial muscles puckered into that trademark smile of his. A million-dollar smile spreading all over the man’s face immediately flashes in your mind as one which together with the nail- head hitting speeches endeared him to millions of Americans' hearts.Then you quickly haul yourself into hurrie...
Submitted to Contest #33
One day I went to Sleepwell Hair salon located at the junction of Masompe and Mulala roads. “I want a wave,” I told the hairdresser. The lady looked at me with a sunken face and rolled her eyes in frustration. She glared at my shaggy hair spoiled by a rioting pile of dandruff. I could see her disdain but just before she could answer, I heard a grunt of someone clearing her throat. I swung round to see who it would be in a salon where we were just the two of us. The shock awaiting me went beyond words. A Mona Lisa portrait ha...
Submitted to Contest #32
“Yes, you are right. We Iraqis are fools,” Terek Aziz burst out laughing. “Why? America would not divide us if we were intelligent.” “I did not mean that,” I protested. ‘What I am saying is that you may be naïve not to exploit Trump’s troubles.” “But what do you expect us to do?”His cube shaped head dropped a few degrees.Trump is well defended.We are just a small country which cannot even protect its oil.” “Let me speak to your leader,” I said. “I am in possession of ...
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