Dan’s animosity towards the Ng’andu’s was one born out of an insatiable thirst for revenge.
He was only 23-years-old and in his final year at the University of Zambia studying Economics when he lost his brother Nsofwa. His brother’s words, spoken on his dying bed had conjured up memories of the day Dan had first discovered just how much trouble his brother had found himself. Continue reading →
Forget my personal feelings about the phrase marriage material. I have a lot of feelings about that but that’s not my issue today. Many times I have heard people speak of a marriage material woman, rarely have I heard them speak of a ‘marriage material man‘. I have also heard people say marry for love, but I have heard others tell single men in their mid 30’s or 40’s happily doing their own laundry and cooking to “get a wife.” It’s that easy for them: just decide to marry and boom, a wife is there. According to my culture, it appears men are born ready for marriage while women have to be ‘programmed, prepared, and trained’ for it. Continue reading →
Like the sun rises in the morning and later sets without ever being beckoned, so was the life Helen was living in her nefarious aunt Lucinda’s house. It was not as if the woman was all-out evil. Aunt Lucinda believed, for most of her life that all she ever tried to do was be a good mother to her only daughter, Marian. It was not her fault that her young sister Wendy had gotten herself in trouble falling pregnant for a dead beat dad that had her committing suicide at the tender age of 23. Wendy had left behind three-year-old Helen, a very beautiful but emotionally withdrawn child whose fate aligned not with that of the gods, but that of sinful mortal man. Continue reading →
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ABOUT THE BOOK:
of betrayal is a work of fiction in the drama
genre. With an African setting, the novel tackles themes of betrayal, divorce, family,
love, nature vs nurture, gender inequality, fertility, parenting, culture, religion,
and many other issues faced by couples whose relationships have been plagued by
is both an entertainment and inspirational novel. Despite being fictional, the
exposition of the novel is neither driven by a complex plot with numerous twists
and turns, nor does it promise a fantastical ending or experience. The book is
written in a true-to-life form, with characters telling their stories from
their points of view; what they saw, what their thoughts were in those moments,
why they reacted the way they did, and why they made the decisions they made.
the book endeavours to delve into the hearts and minds of people that have been
betrayed or have betrayed their loved ones. It captures both visible and
invisible side effects of betrayal on families. It puts to paper the most
intimate of thoughts, feelings, doubts, as well as hope for such couples whilst
detailing their journey to restoration and recovery. It is my hope that people
can relate to the book at a very personal and intimate level.
dramatization of true-to-life events, Echoes of Betrayal will address
questions such as; Why do I do the things
I do? Why did this happen to me? What do I need to do to earn his/her
forgiveness? Did I do something to deserve this? Should I stay, or should I go?
Is my relationship worth another chance? How long will I be punished for this
mistake? What is the right thing to do? And what about my children?
of Betrayal introduces us to three main
characters/couples; Melvin and Susan, Isaac and Hilary, and Hilda and Bernard.
It is a collection of six stories that are entwined and told from the first
person narrative. Every detail in the narration, action, reaction, and dialogue
is as seen and experienced from the points of view of our protagonists.
I once saw him quench a cigarette butt in a Salvation Army donation box. With the same hand, I watched him guide a frail elderly woman across the deathly streets of Wellingdale.
I will be the first to admit that I was deeply enamored by the man’s enigmatic persona. But, was it he I was most curious about, or was it my own interest in his deviance I was looking to explore?
John was the wind that announced the tornado right before it struck. Some people would argue that he was the tornado itself. On those rare occasions, I had both the fortune and misfortune of stealthily feeling his pulse. On first contact, I felt the familiarity that came with interacting with a fellow human. It was a warm tinge, and though fleeting, I was just glad to be made aware of its existence. A few more seconds of willing my nerves into venturing into uncharted territory, I found exactly what I was looking for; John McConnell was me. Continue reading →