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It’s OK, it’s love

He asked, “What’s the one thing you’re most afraid of?”

“My mind,” I answered.

He said, “me too.”

Petrified, I asked, “mine or yours?”

“Yours,” he nonchalantly said, his eyes never leaving mine.

Before my heart could hit the floor, he shrugged his shoulders, smiled, and quickly added, “But that’s okay.”

I believed him.

No, not his words per se. It was his eyes… but also something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

There was just something about his eyes. At first I loved the fact that his eyes never lied. But every now and then he would lie to spare my feelings, or just lie as human nature. But his eyes, they would always betray him. In those moments, I wished he could be a better liar, if only to spare myself the pain of his truth.

And then it hid me.

“Your eyes,” I said. “They’re my favorite thing about you.”

He smiled and said, “I know.”

He sure did.

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The Alamond Affair

“I met the girl in Alamond, ” I explained to the sheriff , a short pot-bellied man who wore a perpetual frown on his face like he was mad at the world for allowing his mother to mate with his godforsaken father. I have known men to bond over such commonalities, but I was beyond rédemption when it came to this particular man. He was a necessary evil in my story. Had my mother been any wiser, she would have locked herself in the house and ovulated in peace thirty-two years ago. This catastrophe could have been avoided. Continue reading

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The Life Series, Vol 3: The Secret

THE LIFE SERIES, VOL 3: THE SECRET

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A dark cloud loomed over Pangani Village. It was a night to remember, a mystery never to be solved. Who had slain the sons of Pangani’s royal bloodline? Like a thief in the night, a ghost had entered the chief’s residence and took a knife to the throats of the thirteen male descendants of Pangani the Great, including the reigning chief himself, Ganizani Pangani. The attack had been silent, swift, and deadly…until the last born daughter of Ganizani’s twelfth bride spotted the lifeless body of her father as she tried to make her way to the latrine. Continue reading

The Life Series, Vol 2: The Neighbor

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any semblance to any real life persons, places, or events is coincidental.

I recognized the name the moment I saw it on the cover of the resume that my assistant had just printed out. It had been five years since my last encounter with her, but here she was. How can I ever forget the name that haunted me day and night and kept me awake into the early hours of the morning? That one year was the worst experience of my life. And I had been through hell before. Continue reading

The Life Series, Vol 1: The Passenger

(Short stories – light non-complex reads- I write in between major writing projects to entertain my loyal readers. Enjoy the first story in this series.)

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With only a few minutes to 11 o’clock, Mrs Mwansa managed to secure a seat on the Power Tools Bus headed for Ndola from Lusaka. Just a couple of hours before, she had just been through what she had come to conclude the worst experience of her life. A lot of things could have gone wrong, worst of all, her death. Fortunately for her, it had only ended as a robbery, a gruesome and very violent one. Never before had she appreciated the ability to breath in and out so easily without any form of restraint. Continue reading