WHEN LOVE HAPPENS PART ONE

“Excuse me ma’am, do you have a second?,” asked a tall, dark, yet handsome man. I did not want to look because I had just shut men out of my life after what Fred, my ex did to me two years ago.There were a lot of people in a queue at ZRA, the headquarters in Lusaka.

“Please i wont take long. Just a minute is all that I ask,” He said. Not wanting to seem rude, I turned around to face him and force-faked a smile.

“Say whatever you want to say. As you can see, the situation around is really stuffy and busy so please make it quick,” I rudely responded, my early attempt of being polite failing me. My voice was so loud the people around started looking at me with frowns because of how rude i responded and eagerly waited for this mysterious man’s response. I expected him to be aggressive but I was wrong.

He spoke in a calm voice.

“Please help me. I need your help.” When he said that, i thought to myself, “why me of all people?” Its not like i was at the far end of the queue. I was somewhere in the middle. Why did he ask me?
He continued. “Can you be my wife for a month?” I couldnt help but grin and laugh at his foolishness. Whoever he thought he was. Who was he to walk right up to a stranger and clown about marriage? I looked away. He still pressed on.

“Pardon my manners.”

“Manners?” I thought. “He called this, manners?” I laughed in my head. Then he dropped the bomb.

“My name is Chalwe. Thing is, my mother is flying in tonight from london and I lied to her that i am already married so she is coming to see you.” By this time, i was attentive and didnt realise that i was actually smiling. Chalwe, as i had learned, continued. “I will pay you a huge amount. Just please. please be my wife?” He begged in a low voice after which, he stood closer to me. It was only then that I actually noticed he was a fine looking man. I liked how tall he was and how fresh his breath was, but wait, “was he insane? who does that? And for that matter, in Zambia, really this Chalwe man, really?” He was obviously watching too many American movies. This was Zambia and at the moment, there was Cholera, not fairy tale love that starts on a ZRA queue.

His face really gave me a reason to smile but i really told myself to be serious and growing up, being rude was my natural undoing.

“Chalwe or whatever you call yourself. With all due respect and to avoid embarrassing yourself, leave me alone. What you’re asking is more than impossible for various obvious reasons.” He frowned. I continued. “Apart from that I do not find you attractive and that im not as cheap as you presume i am, one, you’re not my type. Two, you’ll never be my type. Three, I’m engaged to be married in two months so, sorry, I cant do that. Besides, why me?,”

People were moving as we talked so we moved along with the queue. I wore a very very long black dress and as we moved, he (up to now i do not know if it was accidentally) stepped on my dress and i tripped. He caught me. For the first time, we had a silent eye contact as I panted in His protective arms.

“My bad.” He began apologizing. “I’m so sorry madam. i didnt notice how long your beautiful dress is, my apologies”. His apology sounded so genuine as the people behind made some noise in Nyanja. I felt embarrased but this man shifted all my attention to himself. I told him he was forgiven just before it was my turn to be attended to at the counter. I paid my taxes and headed out. I didn’t find the weirdo where I left him so I headed towards the gate, passed many seemingly expensive cars. He was waiting for me outside.

“I will pay you K5000 per week.” He said without warning and waited for me to respond. “By the way,” He continued. “I didn’t even get your name, what is your name?,” he asked. Surprisingly, I was deep in thought because for a second, in my head, I was like, “damn he’s good. I lied that i was engaged to shove him away but he still persisted and not just that. His deal sounded really legit. I mean K5000 per week, just for play acting? Wait, couldn’t this be witchcraft? Or trafficking? Prostitution maybe? Gosh!” I was confused.

I resolved I wasn’t so cheap but my mouth betrayed me.

“well Ba Chalwe. You got yourself a deal but I am not accepting because of the money.” I lied. “I’m just going to help saving you from your mom. So when do we start anyway?” I asked, trying to run away. “Tonight.” He said. “Just let me have your line. ill come pick you up this evening. Mom will be in Zambia at 22:00 exactly”. After saying that, he handed me his phone and without hesitating, i typed my number. I could have typed a wrong one but i didnt. I gave him back the phone. Then we shook hands and i knew that tonight, i was going to be a wife.

Typing. ….

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ROSETTA KNOWS

My name is Lina, and this is my journey.

There are so many places where I could begin my story. I could start in the town where I grew up, in Lusaka, near the University Teaching Hospital (UTH), in the back of the a taxi, en route to the hospital. I could begin when I was eleven years old, on the day my mother died, or when I was fourteen, on the day my dad and my brother were involved in a terrible road traffic accident. My brother died within the first few hours after impact and three days later my father died as well. These were tragic days that have left permanent scars on my heart. But I think I should begin my story here, at the Copperbelt University, so far away from my home in Lusaka. This is where I lost my innocence. This is where my future got shattered.

It is a January day without clouds, and large black birds soar in a sky that is bluer than I have ever seen. We have closed for a two weeks break. I decide to stay back in school because I want to catch up with my studies. I am so behind that my test results testify for the lagging. I am only a freshman but I am already a failure at school and depression is becoming a lifelong friend. I am scared because I am starting to embrace it. Today dawned like any other normal day. The cloudless clear blue sky and the still cool morning breeze had graced the beginning of the day. I do not expect anything special these days. It is just the same old story, and life taking a downward spiral has become like a sibling to my depression.

However, today is different. I walk out of my room, C151 at the far end of a long, hollow and partially darkened corridor. It is darkened because there are rooms on both sides and the only fluorescent tube installed here needed to be changed a long time ago. Our hostels at C block, short for Chambishi Block, were male hostels in the years before 2015 so the masculinity nature and aftermath effects can still be felt. Our ablution block doors are still stained with a lot of “I was here, no climbing, you are live on ZNBC, john Cena’s you can’t see me, monk data, repent! Jesus is coming,” and many more. Some of the corridors still have potholes and the walls still remain covered in a lot of campaign posters, business adverts and other church messages. Our rooms are prone to cases of theft as we, by nature of us being female, are usually defenceless and have to depend on the guys’ response to save us from thieves. For this reason, there is a security wing right at the centre of C block but of late, we are starting to suspect the security guards as the culprits because they always ask the same irrelevant questions if you report any case of theft. They just write down your details in an old hardcover book and life goes on. You just lost whatever was stolen.

As I walk towards the other end of the corridor, leading to where the sun’s light is, I deeply inhale and hold my breath for what seems like an eternity. My chest heaves up like a balloon filled with hot air. I slowly exhale and my chest slowly heaves down as rushed air is released through my nostrils. I am ready to face the day. I step into the light. The brightness makes my eyes twitch as I look up to the sky. The rising sun looks so beautiful and glorious in its Hydrogen-fusing-to-Helium burning state. I had learnt from school that the sun survives by burning Hydrogen atoms into Helium atoms in its core and that infact, it burns 600million tons of Hydrogen each second. In a nutshell, the result of the fusion is the heat we feel and the beautiful light we see. Daily, the sun depicts all kinds of optimism and hope but that is not something I can relate to. Maybe the case of dark grey and gloomy clouds would make me feel at home because my depression supersedes my hope of happiness. The road I am walking through was once a tarred road but is now potholed with patches of mud and water from the recent heavy downpours of rain. I am careful not to step in mud. From where I am, there are two ways I could follow, each leading to an exit; the right hand side extends past the clinic leaving L and K block towards the exit besides P block. The other path is midway between C and Z block, stretching a path past the New Female Hostels that eventually branches to what we call, the FOUNTAIN road. This is the route I take.

I see a couple, clad arm in arm walking ahead of me. I can not clearly hear what they are saying but from their constant laughter, hugging and movements, I see that they are in love and happy. At times I wish I knew how it feels to be in love but I know that’s not my calling. The two love birds are soaring in my space as they embrace and lightly kiss. “Just How does it feel?” I wonder. I walk past them, now in the fountain road but headed towards the basketball court. This is so unlike me, aimlessly taking a walk to God knows where.

I am almost passing the basketball court when a rather sweaty guy stops me. I can tell from his masculinity that he’s a sportsman who works out. His face is smooth with piercing dark eyes. That darkness that makes you feel evil but still want it. His lips are brown and he has beards. Naturally, I do not like beards because I think they itch but surprisingly I’m still looking at him. He’s smiling, and his chest is heaved up. I am fighting temptations. This is wrong.

He clears his throat. I am still analyzing him. He’s wearing a blue vest-like shirt written COMETS with a blue short and snickers. He’s obviously a regular basketball player. He’s taller than me and somehow, I find myself loving his height. What is happening to me?

“Hi.” I am rather disappointed by the voice. It doesn’t sound as manly as he looks.

“Hi” I reply.

“Are you Natasha?”

“No.” I am looking forward to talking to him but again I am not so I respond with just one word. He persists.

“Abigail?”

I resist the urge to smile.

“No”

He continues.

“Oh wait! You’re Angela, right Lina? I mean Tapiwa Margaret?”

I can’t hold it. His plan worked. I smile and actually chuckle. Does he even know that he’s actually mentioned my name as well as my roomy’s (roommates) name in his guess work? I wonder. I reply,

“No. And I don’t have time for your games. I’m in a hurry”

Having said that, I walk away feeling proud and beautiful. I know he’s followed me so I walk on without turning. I take a quick glance behind, I am disappointed. He didn’t actually follow. He’s gone back to his game. I get furious but I can’t go back. But if I don’t, then where am I going? Gosh! I pick up a fake phone call as I turn. “I am not going back” I tell myself as my legs disobey my mind. What happens next is what leads to the shattering of my dreams.

This is me.

My name is Lina, and this is my journey.

Typing….

Booty or Beauty : The Dream Part one (Poetry)

 

So we had a click.
We called it the Chick flick click for we were slick. We made rhymes that made no sense. We were the Goons of our hood and we’d go around wearing hoodies as our identity…

We loved girls. We loved either their booty or beauty. I said we loved girls. We loved either their booty or beauty.

We were flirts. Perves with unknown desire and hunger for sex. We were in constant competition, trying different forms of viagra. People saw men in us but we were just overgrown boys with beards. Beards with emotional stunted growth. We fell in and out of relationships till one day, it hit me. I fell for this one innocent girl but by nature of my nature as a childish flirt, i called her my hot, sexy sauce. . . the sexiest girl I had ever seen. She fell for it.

I wrote poems. I Described her beauty, dignity and innocence till I broke her purity and virginity. I boasted to my friends and said “it was fun but, on to the next one”. I left her heart wide open and dripping for it was broken. Little did I know, it was literally broken. so as a feigned act of solidarity, viagra already taken, I went to her and recited my lines till we got in bed. She cried but i comforted her with my lies. She melted at my words till We made sweet love. Taken by the peak of my pleasure, i did not notice that she was motionless. She had been motionless for a long time.

I, however was in the ecstatic planet and kept on going till I deposited my genes into a lifeless body and fell on top of her panting, feeling accomplished. The viagra worked and i was sure she felt me. However, When the misty fog had passed and my brain started functioning, my heart nearly missed a beat or it did beat twice at once. The innocent girl was long gone and there I was, in my own bedroom with a dead body.
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Typing.

A LETTER TO MY EX

You left and I wrote words.

I abused the pen as I tried to express my thoughts using ink.
I was left alone, sad and broken.
I was left with so many feelings unfelt
And so many words unspoken,
You once were my love and my life revolved only around you.
I loved you. I treasured you.
I loved and I trusted. My one heart and my one mind.

I gave you my heart, my mind and my all.
How could it be that we never lasted?
How could a love so strong easily crumble and fall?
How could love, trust, passion, responsibility and romance not be enough to save us?
How could envy, jealousy and rumours overpower us?
My love; please, talk to me.
I have tried to let it go.
I can’t.

I still love you. And am not afraid to admit it. Not any more.

Hear me all ye that see. Hear my plea and from me do not flee.
My love is gone and like her, there is no other.
Please help me reach out to her.
I cheated and I lied, which is wrong.
She complained about it and I told her I’d stop.
But sometimes, life is like a song.
I repeatedly cheated and for a time too long,
She couldn’t take it anymore.

I pretended not to care to impress my friends but deep down my heart, I was shattered.
i pretended till we fought.
Baby as I watched you cry for me that night in the bright blue of the moon light,
I cried with you but kept on with the fight.
You slapped me when you found me lying clad, arm in arm with another girl.
I don’t know what came over me.
I clearly lost my sight and the sense of right.
I was trying to be a star to my friends and its only now that I ask myself,
To what end?

Each day, I remember your beautiful smile, your ugly laughter, your weird jokes and your sweet love
Your sweet fragrance, your gentle touch, your loving kisses, your warm embrace, your passion and your kind heart.
There really is none like you.

If I could alter the alphabet, I would change U and I back to US.
You’ve obviously moved on but I am still here, stuck, lonely and alone.
The lonely social.
I am a fool to ever lose someone like you.

How could I have been busy building friendships, chasing dreams and yet left my love behind?
How could I be so blind?
All you did was love me and care for me.
Truly we men have got problems when we know someone deeply loves us.
My love, my baby, my woman, my little lady.
I know we won’t get back together and I know you won’t read this because you blocked me but either ways,

If this message ever reaches you, please know that I STILL LOVE YOU BABY.
I STILL NEED YOU AND I STILL CARE FOR YOU.
I guess this time I really need to pay the price we all pay for being playful, flirty and careless.
I MISS YOU MY LOVE….
I MISS YOU…

YOU LEFT AND I WROTE WORDS.

#onemind

WHY DO RELATIONSHIPS FAIL?

Aside

WHY DO RELATIONSHIPS FAIL?

When you first initiate the ”love”,
you cant sleep without calling and
texting that one person. You
suddenly render everyone else a
little less important. Your days just
got brighter. You love your
boyfriend. You love that girl and in
your minds, you’ve found your soul
mate. But where does it all go
wrong coz am sure nearly everyone
has a sad love story to tell. ”all he
wanted was sex” ”he couldn’t give
me attention” ”she’s a gold
digger” ”she cheated” ”he’s a
childish flirt” ”i thought i knew him
or her” the reasons are plenty.

You see, WE ARE THE PRACTICAL
GENERATION. We believe in learning
by doing. Most relationships are
only existing because of the
”physical benefits”. Desire is the
driving force. As a result,
selfishness and insecurity are glued
to the relationships.

We believe in calling and texting as
an expression of love, trust and
faithfulness as compared to
physical company. Social media is
the source of relationships. We chat
day in and out about everything
such that when we meet, we do not
have anything to talk about. Now
after the blissful moments of
intimacy, you start feeling like its a
prison. You do not have anything
more to say. If its a guy, you go
back to social media to hunt again
leaving her heart broken.

We are the classy generation where
physical appearance is considered
more than emotional maturity. The
”beautiful” girls are hard to get
unless you drive or can sponsor her
hair. They love the rich kids who
love their bodies. Church guys or
girls are called boring. You must
have ”swag” to date someone.

Programs have replaced passion.
Love is highly mechanical and
nudity is called art. We nolonger
follow the heart. Its just a matter of
time for it all is a slow fade. Its a
ticking time bomb.

Does anybody
here truly love? Please teach me.

BITTER REGRETS

We made love. Sweet sweet love.
I initiated it.
I forced it until it happened.
And when it did happen, it was against her will.
I raped her.
Was it really love if I violently forced myself on my girlfriend?
Am sorry but this is my story.
I loved a certain girl.
She was beautiful and famous.
Luckily for me, she did fall and in love we fell.
Or so she thought.
Rosetta Loveness was her name.
We dated and because of her fame, our relationship was bound for shame.
We fell in love but all I wanted was to make love with her.
And when I did, it was forceful love, rape.
This was her cry afterwards.

“I asked you to love my soul, not my face or my curves or my firm breasts that hang in place.
I asked u to respect me as a woman and treat me like a queen.
I whispered in your ear all the secrets i kept hidden inside and gave you my trust without thinking twice.
Blinded was i, unable to see the devil himself in you, masked with an angelic face,
took an oath to love me.
It was all nothing but a trap.
Did u not hear my cry “No please Stop!!” as u forced me on your bed, tore my pretty dress apart and got on top of me,
Crushing me and forcing yourself in me?
Did you not see my tears falling endlessly while i begged you to stop? My heart fell right off its normal place. My pain and anger all in a nutshell until eventually i ran out of air and fainted.
You robbed me of my pride and left me alone in the cold night.
How could you be so heartless?
Is this what you call love? the love Christ has for the church?
I lost my ground and fell for your words but
Not even the angels above can Describe such love for it is not love.”

Help me reach out to her because I am ashamed of my actions.
Am not asking her back.
Am just asking that she finds it in her sweet heart to forgive me for my evil deeds.
Fred is my name and as i lie on my bed, this is my word.
I really am sorry and am afraid.
please baby, if you see this, text me
Onemind.

UNBELIEVABLY SWEET GOLD RUSH : THE DAY OF THE BLACK SUN PART 3

UNBELIEVABLY SWEET GOLD RUSH : THE DAY OF THE BLACK SUN PART 3 (RATED)

Then their lips met. Rosetta went to the moon and came back right in that moment. His lips felt soft, this kind of pleasure couldn’t be legal. His tongue gently proded her slightly parted lips, seeking to pry them open. She responded opening her mouth further. She felt something firm and wet, unlike her own, warm seeking to engage her own tongue in a tango. He nibbled on her upper lip whilst at the same time flicking his tongue in her mouth. His hands dropped further to cup her bottom, gently squeezing and lift her up so that his pelvis was at par with hers. He left her mouth, leaving her feeling empty and cold, and moved laying little fluttery kisses from her left ear all the way down to her shoulder. Each kiss topped off with a little bite. Rosetta let a long sigh, oh God this felt good, she was moaning.

Steve smiled, those sounds meant he was hitting it right on the spot. He kissed and nibbled his way to her earlobe, caressed it with his tongue and bit it just a little bit. He could already see the fabric of her shirt straining and her chest heaving up and down with each breath. She threw her head back, exposing her neck even further…looks like another area was begging for his attention.

“Stephen”….. “Oh Stephen”…..”aaaahh” …”yes” her body was starting to burn. to scream. to want. she was craving. Stephen was firmly holding her as his moist and heated mouth continued to eat her flesh away, biting her neck. Her legs were growing weak at this sensation. She wrapped her hands around his neck as his mouth continued to explore her body. Her first feelings of what was yet to come soon passed through her as he bit her left mound through the fabric.

Excitement shot to the very center of her core. Her inner goddess was on fire, screaming and drooling at his maneuver. His left hand slowly slid from her waist to her bottom behind; up and over her flesh and back up again. Meanwhile, his right hand slowly cupped her right mound whose apex was fully erect. He gently fondled it. It was like he was in slow motion. Every single touch of his taking her closer to that much envied blissful planet of ecstasy.

“oooooh…yess” she was breathing heavily. Her hands circling his head. His left hand slowly started creeping beneath her slack. The first contact of his fingers with her bare skin behind partially sent her over the edge. She lost all balance and had to hold on tightly to him. He lifted his face to meet hers, leaving wet patches on her shirt with the lining of her mounds clearly showing. Their lips slowly touched again as his hand behind on her bare skin kept going lower and lower.

Wanting to be gentle, he was slow in kissing her but she had more urgent needs. She did not need to be slow. Not now. Not with his hand nearly reaching its target while his other hand was sliding beneath her top to undo her bra. Its like he had a third hand. Her tongue entered his mouth, searching, wanting. Her breathing was heavy.

His hand touched that soft and warm spot. Aaaah yes!!!!! Her fabric was sticky. Her wanton flesh was wet and warm. She needed to be touched so she ached her hips to give him access. He knew how she was feeling so he teased her by first….

To be continued…..