Painfully aware of this emptiness, I wonder: are you also awake at night, also lonely. Are you, too, also desperate to pick up the phone and break this silence between us or do you sleep soundly, without regrets, relieved our affair had finally ended? While I might be my own man again, freedom comes with a price. An empty bed, sleepless nights, a troubled heart and the unanswerable question: Am I better with you or without you?

Do you miss me my love?
Will we ever soar above like an innocent dove?
Will our hearts ever dance to the same song?
Will they beat, not as two, but as one like before?
Will your warmth, your breath and your kisses be the ones I wake up to?
Will you, my love, be my love?
Lesson learnt. This is what pride and ego lead to?
One feeling like a fool.

I look at our past, our fights, arguments and disputes. I remember the first time we ever broke up. I remember the first I saw you cry, the first time I broke your heart. The memory of seeing you hurt still rings new feelings of hurt up to this day. I do not even have the words to say. Maybe all I need to do is

Now I’m haunted by the thought of you being with another man. Are you happier without me? Are you finally in love? Does he treat you better than I did? Do you share with him our dreams? Do you, my love, love another?

How was I so blind? How did it slip my mind that I was leaving us behind?
The first day my lips touched yours.
Chin to chin, chest to chest and mouth to mouth, we stood.
The moment felt so good.

Together, forever, wherever.

We were a force to reckon with.
You were caring, I wasn’t.
You were loving, I wasn’t.
What a perfect tragedy.

Little lady I still call you.
Few are like you and with every day that is new, my feelings get to be more true. I miss you my dearest
beautiful love.
I, not only miss you, but still need you.
My one heart.

My one love.
My one mind.
So today, I break out of my manly pride and ego.
Today I let it go.
Today, I openly admit what we’ve all known
I am in love with you.
I have always been and I will always be.
You and I were meant to be …
Together, forever, wherever.



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



“Please stop flattering me. Am not even that beautiful.” The entire time, that was the statement he was waiting for. His plan was officially underway.
“let me take you upstairs”

She was feeling so euphoric she floated up the stairs. The previously overwhelming prospect of registration, once Steve had broken it down seemed like a breeze. So with newly invoked enthusiasm, she carried on registration and was done, awaiting only BC screening and getting her ID which from what she had heard, was the Queen of all hustles. Atleast she had succeeded with submitting her forms in Mulambya’s so not welcoming office. Rosetta could finally sit down. Stephen was downstairs at Oasis, waiting for her with a seemingly cold hubbly bubbly drink in his hand. How on earth did he know she was so thirsty? And how did he know she loved hubbly bubbly? He was impossibly amazing and charming. She smiled as she approached him. His eyes were affixed on her lips, sending Jitters through her when she noticed it. She loved this feeling.

“is that a for me?” she mockingly asked. Actually, it was desperation to get the drink down her throat that made her ask
“no young lady!”. He countered the joke. “this is for the prettiest lady to ever step in CBU and certainly that isn’t you.”

Her eyes dilated. Shocked. Touched. Jealous.

“Well, who’s the lucky girl?” she was somewhat offended. “I would like to meet her”

“am afraid you can’t meet her. But if you insist, I can take you to meet her.”
She wasn’t going to back out on this. She had heard about a certain beautiful girl from Bizwa in CBU. She was certain it was the same girl her charming Steve just called “most beautiful”.

“take me to her”. She was daring.

He looked at her in surprise. She wasn’t smiling so he offered to carry the envelope in her hand and took her hand. Sparks!!! Lights!! Fire!!! Electricity surged through her again. She loved it. She wanted it. Gosh! There was something about his hands touching her. She gladly followed, excitement being all that she felt. They walked towards BIZWA. Her heart beat increased. “so he’s really serious about this girl?” she thought to herself. They bypassed BIZWA to some place written FOUNTAIN RESTAURANT. She had heard about it. Her stomach grumbled just at the thought of food. She felt embarrassed but Steve was focussed on taking her to the most beautiful girl wa mu CBU from BIZWA.

Once at fountain, Steve asked her what she would like to eat.
“ill eat what you’ll eat”. It was only after she had said that, that she realized she sounded flirty. Steve just smiled and went to the counter. In a short while. He was back with two prepacked meals in a plastic bag with one drink.

“Lets go you meet the girl then we can eat from my room.” There are too many divers here.

“what?” she didn’t understand though she was for the idea of not eating from such a crowded place. “what are divers?” he laughed and brushed it off.

They reached the hostels and had to climb up to the last floor. L311 was the number on the room.

She felt awkwardly uncomfortable. She had never been to a guy’s room, especially not a stranger. Sensing this, he halted his opening of the door. He inserted the key then sternly looked into her eyes. Beauty defined.
“the most beautiful girl at CBU is inside. She’s alone. Am sorry but she’s a little prettier than you”. Ouch. That was personal now. There was a bit of awkward silence. Rosetta was offended. She wanted to see this same beautiful girl. What was the girl doing in his room, locked inside? She was done!

Without warning, she twisted the key and pushed the door wide open. Her eyes entering the room before the door could fully open like she was trying to catch the girl offguard. The door opened. The room was empty but notably neat and smelling fresh. STEEEEEEVE!!!!

“You may come in…hehehe”. He was simply amazing. She followed after him. He got her bag, her envelope and put everything together with the food on a desk that was ontop of a two plate cooker stove. He did not let go of the hubbly bubbly. She was still standing because he had not offered her where to sit. On the right hand wall, there was a very large mirror. She could see her whole body. She couldn’t help admire how well her new outfit looked on her. Steve walked upclose behind her. Too close she felt his breath on her skin when he spoke, pointing at the mirror. There is the most beautiful girl I was talking about. Unconsciously she looked. Then it clicked. So all this while it was her he was talking about. She was melting. She felt so flattered, tears were knocking on her eyes. She closed her eyes to prevent her tears from coming out. She couldn’t believe this was really happening. Stephen held her close.
Her heart jumped. The feeling was indescribable. She wanted to resist being held but she laid her head on his chest as they stood facing the mirror.

“Rosetta” he whispered. His voice was close to her ear it sent shivers of excitement down her spine. Her eyes were still closed. Stephen’s hands were wrapped around her, just beneath her upper body.

“Stephen”, she replied as she put her hands ontop of his, slightly stroking them. They could both feel each other’s heart beats.

“you and unbelievably beautiful” his voice was so smooth and romantic. As he spoke, intentionally he bit her ear. Explosions!!!!!!! Sweet explosions burned within her. Her inner goddess was already pleading. She felt feelings she had never felt before. She could not say anything but his name. she wanted him to continue.


He licked her ear lobe. Oh yes!!! Her breathing quickened. Her eyes were still closed. His hands were on her belly, loving moving to and fro as if looking fro something.

“Oh Stephen”…

He turned her around. She opened her, by now, red eyes. She saw nothing but love in his eyes. She looked at his lips then at his eyes. He deeply breathed, moving his face closer. She too, was leaning in. she could feel the gap closing. She could feel his hands pass behind her back. Her eyes closed. His eyes closed. Her lips parted. His lips slightly parted. This was it then. This was Rosetta. This was Stephen and this was THE COPPERBELT UNIVERSITY.


living legends

                                                  by fred kanshamba
She screamed. She tossed, she turned, she shouted. The pain was intense. She felt like letting go. She struggled and struggled. Tears streamed down her face as she cried. Her nerves were clearly visible and her pretty face was well disfigured. She shook and held on to the nearest hand as with one last effort while the pain intensified the most, pushed with all her might. The pains almost broke her. She became weak but then she heard a voice crying. She understood what that meant. She had just given birth.
At that moment, all the pains vanished. More tears filled her eyes. Tears of joy streamed down her face as she looked at her newly born baby. The pains were suddenly replaced with love and affection she had never known. She now was desperate to hold the child and her plea was heard. After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, she now held her child. It was only then that she felt complete. She knew the struggle was worth it, she had just given birth to a baby boy. She loved him with all her heart. She only wished time would have allowed her husband to see his lovely baby boy. She now breathed. She felt peace.
However, she started having fears; Fears that the innocent child would have to go through the harsh conditions of the earth without a father. She started becoming desperate. She feared and she cried. At that point, she feared she might not live up to his expectations. So she feared and gain she cried. Little did she know that she had just given birth to one of the earth’s finest sons, a true legend. And indeed, legend he was.
The boy grew up as a cheerful boy. He completed his mother’s happiness and she completed his. They were one. He had never bothered to ask about his father. His mother was his world. He loved her and she tenderly cared for him. She fought the reality of not having her husband around. He had died in a car crash four months before his son was born. He was a caring man. She missed him and she cried. It hurt her so much that she cried in her son’s presence. This was new to him. He had never seen his mother cry so he got worried. She assured him it was nothing but after some days, she was caught off-guard. She had broken down when he came in from school. He couldn’t bear seeing her so torn apart with no one but a school boy to comfort her so he asked.
“Mother where is daddy?” at that moment, she knew he had grown up and what she had feared for most was now unfolding. She did not know how to answer the question. She could not lie to him and neither could she tell him of his father’s fate.
“Your father is dead.”
Only after she had finished her sentence did she realize what she had just said. She hoped that somehow he had not heard or understood but it was too late to hope. The die had been cast. He had heard, he with no mistake clearly understood. His ever smiling face now deemed with rage, anger and hatred. He felt betrayed. How could she do this to him? Before he looked away, he cried. She understood what that meant and she understood how he felt. She would have felt the same and so, she cried the more. She knew he hated her at that moment and she could see the hatred in his eyes.
“My son…am sorry, i…”
She did not even finish her statement. He had already walked out of the door. It was only then that the pains she had felt came back. She cried but she waited for him to come and when he did not, she became weak. She cried the more. That night, she lay alone in the house, lonely, sad and empty. Her eyes were all swollen. She had been crying the whole day and just when she felt she couldn’t take it anymore; thieves broke into the house, stole all valuable property beat her up and at last raped her. They left her unconscious, almost dead. She could not move. She just lay there taking the last breaths of her life as she bled.
Meanwhile, her son couldn’t hold on to his anger so he decided to go back to his mother to tell her he was sorry for having walked out on her. He was really sorry. He was just upset and now he felt he had to set things right. He was already missing her and he hated himself for what he had done earlier. It really wasn’t his intention and he was going to apologize. He knew what pain he had caused his mother and was now going to tell her that he still loved her. He really did love her. So he set off for home preparing the words he was going to tell her.
However, when he reached home, his heart sunk. His mother was lying stripped naked in outside the house and she was bleeding. She had lost a lot of blood and was really weak. When she saw him, she tried to get up but she failed. He couldn’t understand what was going on. He rushed to her and helped her to her feet but she fell and he cried. He helped her lean against the wall. She was crying and so was he. She held his face close to hers as she cried. She took a deep breath as with difficulty she made out a sentence.
“Forgive me my son. I love you and I am sorry. Will…you… forgive. Me?”
He swept the hair from her face. Tears were still streaming down her swollen face.
“There is no need for that mother. You don’t have to apologize for anything. I am the one who’s sorry…and mother,” he was crying as he said this, “…And mother, i…”
His sentence came to an abrupt halt. His mother was no longer crying and her eyes were closed. She was long gone. He was now alone, no father and now no mother. Alone at twelve with a dead body before him, he cried. He shook her…
“Mother! Mother! Mother please don’t do this to me! Mother say something…” his words were meaningless. She was lifeless. He had to call for help. He ran from his house towards the house across the road. He was in such a panic, hurry and in a shock that he did not see the speeding car. It hit him, he fell in front of it and as the driver tried to apply brakes, he applied them when the car was over the boy crushing his lungs and ribs. He instantly died a very painful death.
The world on that day was robbed of two of its finest people, a strong mother and a strong son. Their story is about love and hurting the ones you love. Hope you enjoyed it….
……………………….onemind irate………………….