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...
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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...
Beautiful flowers filled the big garden surrounding an equally attractive house. Mchonya hummed a tune as he thought with anticipation of the football match he was going to watch that evening while sipping a cold beer. It was a...
Man, when they say that with the corona virus pandemic still raging we should be drinking at home, they are not lying. One will be apt to say that we will miss the fun found in drinking places but it’s exactly this fun that...
It felt so good to be out of the damp ground into the sunshine. I stretched my limbs to work the kinks from my joints, removed the dust from my body and jumped up and down the way a calf does when it gets out of a kraal in the...
It was a time when death was walking tall over the land. Everyday, scores of people were dying. A new disease called Covid 19 was raging unchecked. But it was not this disease that would take the life of John Phodo’s uncle...
It was early in the morning. The sun had just chased away the last chill of the night. Standing on a ledge of rock on the hill, Siboniso yanked off his leopard skin head ring decorated with colourful bird plumes and regarded it...
“I hope we understand each other now, John,” the girl said, her fingers spread out, the long painted artificial nails looking like talons. The claws somehow reminded John of a bird of prey. “You’re a popular prophet...
Tsilizani was oblivious to everything except the small packet held tightly in his fist inside the pocket of his tattered trousers. He was soaked to the skin, the worn-out T-Shirt clinging to his body as it rained like a leaking...
They say that if something bad is going to happen to a person, that individual feels a premonition of danger. But Jonah experienced no foreboding whatsoever as he prepared to go to work that morning. As a matter of fact he...
The sun, which had been a red disk in the west, disappeared behind the mountain as the bus came to a halt at the bus stage. Sofia stretched, yawned and picked up her bag. Murmuring ‘excuse me, excuse me’, she made her way...
By Lawrence Kadzitche At that time, I thought the day I met her was the best day of my life. But today as I sit in my small prison cell, I take it as the day my nightmare started. I do not blame my wife for the calamity that...
By Lawrence Kadzitche I see by the look on their faces that they don’t believe me. I mean those people that come into my cell to visit me at Mulanje Prison where I’ve been remanded waiting trial for an offence of causing...
By Lawrence Kadzitche My shop is aptly named Osauka Satopa, literally translated as ‘the poor never gets tired’. I’m poor and true to my motto, I work very hard. Everyday I close the shop at six in the evening and as...