One look at you and I am reduced to my most basic self
A soul with empty slots that need filling
A single breath in my direction
Nervous streaks run down my spine
A single touch
I’m falling, deep
You do that to me
Please join me this Saturday at the Zed Books Expo NGOMA Dolce Music Academy in Kabulonga. My book Echoes of Betrayal will be selling at only K150.
Please come and show your support for Zambian writers and the work they do in educating, entertaining, and inspiring generations.
I hope to see you there! 🤗
-Eleven Years Ago –
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