RADIUS HAVWAALA

“I CAN'T DIE BUT I CAN'T LIVE EITHER” by RADIUS HAVWAALA

Submitted to Contest #32

Kabwe has been transformed from a ghost town into a sprawling metropolis by the status of Mulungushi University. This has been further augmented by the mushrooming of big shopping malls like Choppies, Kabwe Mall, name them. But what has catapulted Kabwe out of the shadows of humiliating poverty into the glorious light of a big thriving metropolitan city are Guest Houses.    Out of need rather than curiosity I visited SAFE guest house in mine area to spend a night away from the merciless cold in the streets. A tall dark la...

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“WHY SHOULD I WASH THAT FILTHY LAUNDRY?” by RADIUS HAVWAALA

Submitted to Contest #31

   Bridget threw some delicious hip swings while angrily shooting off her mouth like an autumn peacock.   “Why should I wash all that filthy laundry?”.   “It is the shift Bridget, just obey,” Dainess paled her face like a malaria patient as she tried to calm her friend.  The two were employed as maids at SAFE GUEST HOUSE in Kabwe’s mine area. The laundry being referred to consisted of beddings. An eccentric white woman had used them for months without any form of laundry. &nbs...

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“WE WERE JUST FIGHTING” by RADIUS HAVWAALA

Submitted to Contest #31

  “It s too cold Ma, I am freezing to death,”Amina lamented. “Ma, why was I not born in America?”  “What type of question is that?”  “I don’t like it here Ma, there is too much suffering,” Amina said. “When I watch films I see a real heaven in America. There life is beautiful- not here where we are killed like cockroaches.”  “Craaassshhhh,” a bomb exploded a hundred yards to the right. Amina cringed in horror like a rabbit escaping from the claws of a rampaging lion.  “Don’t worry my daughter...

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“GRACE CHIYAPENI;WHAT A SCARE” by RADIUS HAVWAALA

Submitted to Contest #30

   Grace Chiyapeni gasped, rolled up her glazy eyes expelling the dark pupils to the top. Her mouth opened slightly dropping the lower jaw inelegantly. The sight sent other girls stampeding in all directions amid shrieks of panic. A few went into funeral motions making horrible sounds.  “Eehhe! Given! Eehhe! Given!”They chanted out their anger on a tall boy standing next to the gasping girl. His face was congealed into a fearful mask and his hands dangled on the sides like dead snakes.   “But I didn’t ...

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“KILLED BY A GHOST ” by RADIUS HAVWAALA

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“BOKO HARAM SPOILS MY DAY” by RADIUS HAVWAALA

In Write a story in which the lines between awake and dreaming are blurred.      I swung round, startled, eyes widened in both fear and anger. To my left a powerful hissing sound of a cobra launching an attack gave an indication of serious trouble. Yes it was a cobra, a huge lithe limbed reptile darkened by both age and anger baring its horrible two inch fangs just a meter from my path. To my startled mind the length of the reptile fully stretched was ten meters, body size puffed up to fifty centimeters in diame...

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“PASTOR HANTAMBO REPENTS” by RADIUS HAVWAALA

Submitted to Contest #29

    “We are sending Pastor Hantambo to deposit the tithe money into the bank, Amen church!” Elder Munaumba concluded the business meeting at the venerated Chazanga SDA church one afternoon.   “Amen! Alleluia! Amen! Alleluia!” the church exploded in a standing ovation.  Pastor Hantambo was thirty four years old, slightly short and completely brown in complexion. He did not waste time after the dramatic announcement by the elder. With bubbles of elation at being honored with such a delicate task, he...

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“DEFENDING A FRIEND” by RADIUS HAVWAALA

DEFENDING A FRIEND     Excited as a young puppy, I was just about to jump into the dancing ring when a hand snatched at my shoulder excitedly and a voice strapped my eardrums anxiously;   “Mackay! Mackay! Cain is calling you.”It was a girl called Sweetness talking with lips flipping like bank notes. She was rolling her eyeballs playfully.   “Where is he?” I asked feigning some interest. However, my heart would have been happier cooling itself in the milk flowing in those white eyes she w...

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“DAUGHTER REBELS Contest #29” by RADIUS HAVWAALA

Submitted to Contest #29

   “I curse the day I was born to a sucker like you,” a young girl named Cheelo shouted in real rage. She swirled her eyes about like some angry actress she had seen in Telemundo.Twisting her eyeballs into tiny slits she glared at her father with a face burning hot with passion; while allowing her rumpled hair to bristle like grass in a strong gale. Her left hand stuck majestically on her waist, as she stabbed her right forefinger into the big man’s face. Jutting her mouth out like the beak of a chicken, she poured out her ang...

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“FALLING IN LOVE” by RADIUS HAVWAALA

Submitted to Contest #29

THELMA’S LOVE SPELL  Contest #29 in falling in love for the first time Met you in the elegant eaves of ShopriteAs you undulated Naomi Campbell curvesDressed in the beauty of a peacock butDriven by the tender heart of dovesThe sight jerked my heart like a disturbed rabbitSparking a roaring blue fire in my veinsMy mind could not rein in my heartNeither could it ignore lovely shocked eyesDrilling mine as I proposed in raw fleshPopping a “May I talk to you madam?”In a tearing hurry like an alarmed fishYou shot back an educated look of ...

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“A WORK CHRISTMAS PARTY THAT GOES AWRY” by RADIUS HAVWAALA

Submitted to Contest #21

WORK CHRISTMAS PARTY GOES AWRY That afternoon Mackay was driving to Ellensmere School to celebrate a Christmas party thrown for teachers. The dark blue  Corolla ate the distance greedily along the main gravel road until when he stopped at Doricma, a huge shop painted brick red next to the market where the marketers were busy selling tomatoes, grape etc. The December winds were howling as he cut the engine barely a meter from the main road. His hands swiftly flew from the steering wheel to engulf the girl seated next to him, pulling her ...

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