Short Story The Price of Jealousy By Lawrence Kadzitche Man, what do you do when you are a jobless man married to a woman with a good job? And what do you do when the woman is beautiful and you yourself is as ugly as a...
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Short Story The Two Desperate Brothers By Lawrence Kadzitche In a small shop at Chitakale Trading Center, two brothers were engrossed in a discussion. Moya, the older of the two, was short and fat. His younger brother, Supada...
Short Story The girl in red By Lawrence Kadzitche Naganje had always been a connoisseur of beautiful women and a womanizer to the full extent of the word. Approaching fifty, the Casanova now believed that he had become too old to...
Short Story The Avenging Corpse By Lawrence Kadzitche The house, a sprawling bungalow, stood at the foot of Mulanje Mountain. Inside, the tall man sitting in an armchair by the fire reading a bible in the posh lounge on that cold...
Short Story Letter From the Grave By Lawrence Kadzitche I eased myself on the sofa, preparing to watch soccer on the TV when, Flora, my wife entered the lounge. “Dear, why haven’t you still read that letter?” she...
Short Story Full circle By Lawrence Kadzitche The house was large and set in large garden with a beautiful lawn and a lot of flowers. A large black Mercedes Benz and a Toyota Camry were packed in an open garage. A sporty red BMW...
Short Story Machete for the Grand Elder By Lawrence Kadzitche For administrative purposes, Malawi is divided into three regions-North, South and Center. Strange as it may sound, witches also use these regions for their own...
Short Story Taming Oscar By Lawrence Kadzitche Whenever Oscar put on the very dark grey suit, it spelled bad news. He had the same height and build like my favourite actor Keanu Reeves. Though black but with his beard, the suit...
Short Story The Crooks By Lawrence Kadzitche Nothing could mask the hard and evil look on their faces. Neither their plastic smiles nor the smart clothes they wore. The villainous look on their countenance was hard to remove like...
Short Story Confessional By Lawrence Kadzitche Before Ndirande Mountain was desecrated, it used to provide a beautiful backdrop to Ndirande location, by then a large attractive township in the city of Blantyre. Covered with...
Short Story The Fox By Lawrence Kadzitche The District Commissioner had been in Africa for more than thirty years. He had joined the Foreign Service as a young man and posted first to South Africa and then to Southern Rhodesia...
Short Story Chronicles of a Prostitute By Lawrence Kadzitche Part 2-The Art of the Deal My drink arrives. I pick it up and sit at a corner table facing my prospective ATM machine. Strategically positioned, there is no way he is...
Short Story Chronicles of a Prostitute By Lawrence Kadzitche Part 1-What is in a name? Well, they say that when you want to kill a dog, give him bad name and then you can hang him. And that is exactly what has happened to...
Short Story The Fallen Diamond By Lawrence Kadzitche Charisse was freshening her make-up in front of the mirror over the sink when Janet came into the ladies’ room. “Seriously, I don’t like this, Chari,” Janet said while...
Short Story The Greedy Zombie By Lawrence Kadzitche That afternoon, I was having a hair cut in a barber shop in Area 25C. The barber had just started cutting my hair when two middle aged men entered the...
Short Story THE BEAST By Lawrence Kadzitche It was a village enveloped in fear. Death, coming like a thief in the night, held the people to ransom. Nobody had seen him, but his unperceived black shadow, made everybody feel...
Short Story The woman with a heart of gold By Lawrence Kadzitche They all knew in Kawale Township that Nabetha was an abused woman. Thudza had married her ten years ago. When they had just married, he had been as poor as a church...
Short Stories I. Epitaph for a Pastor By Lawrence Kadzitche It was a day ducks would have loved so much. The rain that had started during the night did not let up. Come morning, as Pastor John Tengeza left Lilongwe, the rain was...
It was a lovely and well patronized function. The huge garden at the front of the house was filled to capacity. Everyone was in a black t-shirt adorned with my face at the front. It would have been a sea of black t-shirts had...
Gaza had never been inside a church. But now, he hesitantly stepped into one shepherded by his second wife, Mdatha. The church was already full. They took a seat at the back. “I’m not sure this is a good idea,” he...