Short Story PRAY FOR ME FOR I HAVE SINNED By Lawrence Kadzitche They dont have to tell me. I know it already. Why should the pastor always visit my wife when Im away? Man, that casanova is messing around with your better half...
Category - English Short Stories
Short Story NAMES ARE FOR TOMBSTONES By Lawrence Kadzitche Villains are always thought to have hard, evil faces. Yes, the young man who sat on the stone in the bush toying with a knife was bad. As bad as they come. The knife he...
Short Story The Fly in the Packet of Sugar By Lawrence Kadzitche It’s around one in the afternoon when I arrive home from doing some piece work. “Honey,” I shout swaggering towards my wife who’s washing some...
SHORT STORY ANITA, R.I.P. BY LAWRENCE KADZITCHE As we walked hand in hand towards the market, my mind was on the honeymoon we had just finished the previous day. We had visited interesting places in South Africa and...
Short Story The Witch By Lawrence Kadzitche Just a few kilometres before Mchinji Boma lies Tibelito Village. In this small village, as the time drew close to midnight, Nasimelo threw away the bedraggled blanket and sat up. She...
SHORT STORY THE MUTE By Lawrence Kadzitche They called him the Mute. An old thin man, he spoke to no one, doing everything silently. Some of the inmates in the prison joked that even if he was tortured he wouldn’t...
Short Story The Deal with the Devil By Lawrence Kadzitche A man without money is not a man, Dzubwa thought bitterly as the witchdoctor’s hut came into view. The hut, made of mud and shaped like a coffin, was set in a small...
Short Story Uncle Joe By Lawrence Kadzitche I found Uncle Joe waiting for me at the bus depot. A tall thin man with a boyish face and a rakish moustache, he was resplendent in a black suit and matching...
Short Story Attack of the Demon By Lawrence Kadzitche Mpuntho leaned against the counter, ready to explode. He was a short, thin man of sixty-five with a round head and a gaunt face housing small deep-set eyes. He...
Short Story A present for my relatives By Lawrence Kadzitche I once watched a movie titled Inglorious Basterds where SS Colonel Landa talks with monsieur LaPadite about the innate hostility between people and rats. While the...
By Lawrence Kadzitche If you said all marriages are made in heaven, Dzubwa would have immediately retorted by quoting Clint Eastwood that so is thunder and lightning. Dzubwa did not love his wife. He had never loved her. Their...
Short Story The Executioner By Lawrence Kadzitche He was a child he doted on. His name was Dan and he was Jack’s only child. But despite the love he lavished on him, the baby showed aversion to him. If he tried to carry...
Short Story THE COMMANDANT By Lawrence Kadzitche The fax message from the Head of Prisons was brief and to the point. It gave the Prison Commandant exactly 24 hours, either to arrest the escaped prisoner or get the boot. Victor...
Short Story Legion By Lawrence Kadzitche Everyone who heard the story of Khombiri Sanza could not understand what led the man do what he did. You see, he was the richest businessman at Limbuli with a good family. Yet he threw all...
SHORT STORY A DATE WITH DEATH By Lawrence Kadzitche They were new to the location. They had moved into the semi-detached house a month ago. But they quarreled almost everyday. He didn’t know about what. The thick wall...
Short Story Delifa’s plan By Lawrence Kadzitche Delifa rolled her eyes coquettishly. “If its Aids you are afraid of, I have got gloves,” she paused and opened her handbag to reveal a pack of condoms. “I play it...
Short Story Mark of the Boot By: Lawrence Kadzitche Within fifteen minutes of being put on the case, Detective Painti arrived at the scene of murder. Abiti Sitolo lay sprawled on her back in a pool of her own blood in her...
Short Story The Day the Devil Came Knocking By Lawrence Kadzitche For whatever reasons, most popular Pentecostal preachers are rich and conduct themselves more or less like movie stars. They dress in expensive suits and...
Short Story Three Dirty Old Men By Lawrence Kadzitche The three shadows that formed before him were sinister. They sat in a semi-circle around the fire in the huge graveyard, stinking dirty old men with evil faces...
Short Story PRIMO PHIRI By Lawrence Kadzitche For the past ten years, Primo Phiri, the houseboy they called PP had worked faithfully for John Tsetekani, owner of the biggest store at Kamwendo Trading Centre in...