Sambulo Kunene

“My car… ” by Sambulo Kunene

“I heard mom and dad arguing the other night.” A youngster said to her nanny as they walked hand in hand to school.“Whenever your mom and dad are talking try and go to your room. It is adult talk and you might be bothered by it.” The nanny said.” Well last time mom argued with my dad, he left and did not return until I was in the fourth grade.” The youngster said.”That’s too bad.” The nanny said still holding her hand walking with her. By now they were walking along a fence laced with tall grass and insects. The neighborhood seemed old, hist...

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“Dear Abby” by Sambulo Kunene

I had my hair done today. My appointment was at three pm. At first I thought I could perm my hair myself. Something about a stylist’s expertise that is more satisfying than mere me,I have had a very long relationship with my hair. Today I am tilting my hair to the left for fullness to take my BEFORE selfie( (evidentiary support). Wait until you see my AFTER!The fastness of jokes and phone calls in a hair saloon rejuvenates me a mere housewife from a very dull town over the hill. Most wives in out town barely go outside. Life is very slow in ...

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“I am on a Date” by Sambulo Kunene

This was going to be our first official date together. I had wanted desperately to 'forget" that I had a one night stand with a brand new guy whom I met at a supermarket and barely knew. I was innocent looking still wanting him, my real date, to take me seriously. I waltzed slowly to the door when it was time to leave as though I knew all along that I would be with him. He wore a sweater shaped like a  V neck and a beard which was combed perfectly well. He wore slacks. The pants that mother like to see you wear to church. Everyday...

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“Can I clean your car” by Sambulo Kunene

I had just decided that I was going to have my mom's house sold when I heard my phone ring. It was my insurance adjuster telling me about the mold and how bad the house was. I could not even want to spend time fixing it because he felt that it was beyond repairs. It will be better to just sell it as it was. I hung up the phone and rushed to the gym to think further how best to get rid of my mom's house. Just as the light turned green in the intersection I realized that I was running out of gas. I slowly drove into the gas station not hoping ...

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“My black dress” by Sambulo Kunene

I was walking to my car. I had just finished a week after meeting my boss for a -I won't take too much of your time- meeting. It turned out to be what I feared most. The review. I was in the wrong this time. I had been very busy with God knows what. I barely submitted my work if at all. I didn't even look at it. I was lonely and desperately sick. Mentally ill that is. I don't know why I had the malaise which attacked me unexpectedly. I think that I forgot to mourn my father's death and it caught up with me when I least expected it. So I woul...

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“The truth is...” by Sambulo Kunene

My mom warned me when I was younger that many will find inability to tell the truth very annoying. She didn't say that I must stop lying or misrepresenting the truth. She felt responsible for how I turned out. There was no daddy to blame. Nor was there a drunk serial killer who raised me. My father left our family when we were very young. I lived with my mom all the time after my sister like my dad decided that my dad was infact right to leave. We my mother and I were too suffocating. We were too goody two shoes! We lived like a normal famil...

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“Housing start” by Sambulo Kunene

I have got a plan! I say we divorce and try again when I am well. I cannot waste your time and mine and pretend to be okay with you swinging and spending all of your time worrying about me. I say swinging because all you do is work and work has become your lover, your wife and your everlasting I do! I won't change my mind about you. The latest you.I will though amend my plans for you. You are wrong to think that I am about fear and pain. You are also very at fault to think about being available to me without a medical degree. I am very sick....

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“The Train Schedule ” by Sambulo Kunene

My boss is divorcing his wife. We are all in shock because he loved his wife so much we hated him. We thought he was bluffing at first because we had many staff members who were infatuated with him. Like a good soldier he pummeled along ingnoring our gazing t bewildered eyes. He was a looker for sore eyes. He spoke well and was very smart. A conversation with him made you want to treat yourself to a Jamba Juice fresh fruit and lemonade and ginger shot. Ofcourse, all of us were delirious everytime one of us was called in his office. It just ...

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“One coconut, two coconuts, three coconuts...” by Sambulo Kunene

I didn't marry him. I am back in high school. My dad is driving me to high school. I attend a boarding school; a prestigious boarding school. I have my trunk full of my provisions and supplies to last me six months. In six months, it will be the first occasion for me to visit my parents and be home on a vacation which will be four weeks long. I shall meet boys, play and shop until I drop dead. Believe it or not my school is a girls only boarding school. When I begged my parents to pay the steep fees for my attendance, I thought that I was en...

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“I lied I meant to kill myself” by Sambulo Kunene

Submitted to Contest #156

It was a cold winter that season. One of the coldest yet. My family and I had just moved from the city to the ends of the world because my father had been jailed for trying to embezzle millions of dollars of retirement investments. A small unassuming man with good manners who always looked down and had no scrupples was infact working day and night to put bread on the table for his family. Me, myself and I in my mind. I was an only child. My mom had no time for me only for her good looks. My dad worked day and night and we rarely saw him. My ...

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“I am here to see you” by Sambulo Kunene

"We are running out of time! Your father is here for a very short time. He just wanted to drop your gifts for Christmas." Alusua said to her high strung daughter."Can he tell that I am here? He didn't ask for me. I think he was here to see you mom." Egg said frowning with a very distorted mind high strung on drugs."Oh stop it! Stop it please just stop saying that. You know how much your dad loves you."Alusua said on the verge of tears. Seeing him again, was not so hot anymore.It brought a lot of pain to her. He never broke off a relationship...

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“Late Again” by Sambulo Kunene

Our church has a large clock which sits on the Spanish tiled roof. Every hour it chimes reminding us of a conclusion of an hour. It calls to those in public places who walk and speed up as soon as it hits the hour confirming that an hour has passed by. Traffic and wonderers all pick up their steps as soon as the clock strikes in honor of an end of an hour.Verily, verily the founder of Time and the movements of earths, tells us, humanoids, that yet another moment of accomplishment has concluded. An hour has passed us by. We were productive or...

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“Raincheck.......” by Sambulo Kunene

"Thank you everybody for showing up on such short notice. Today is the day I change." I said holding a glass of water wishing everyone well who had shown up to celebrate my year of sobriety. I was in a car accident that disabled me and luckily I did not kill anyone. I could have though, but for the tree that slowed my momentum. I was out of it and driving so fast and in deep sleep. We had just had a beer or two after my friend who for years had been begging to be promoted at work finally got her wishes. We thought that we were celebrating he...

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“Sam: Sam short for what?” by Sambulo Kunene

I was so lonely. I ran away having left more than a dozen of dead bodies and a bad history with men. They made me do it. I always told myself to justify why I poisoned patrons who were at my restaurant. I dated and lived with this cool dude who one day showed up in our town. I am one of those women that everyone talks about in whispers. If you are new in town, guys generally advise you about the best places to pick up women or the best place to nurse a beer or a vodka shot without interruptions. A place where you become an alcoholic, no ques...

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“The bell rang” by Sambulo Kunene

Submitted to Contest #90

My job ends at 5:35pm and I leave the lot at about 6 o'clock after I have fixed myself for the eye to see. The train stops at exactly 6 15pm and I am always on time. This evening the train is crowded. We have shifting bodies muddling and hanging for dear life on the console and the leather loop that hangs overhead to keep us from falling after swaying left to right with the rails of the railroad. I love this time of the day. It is the only time that I have to myself and I also get to review the events of the day. Most in this particular trai...

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