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

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

Deep breaths. She was in a hurry. She couldn’t afford to be late again. Yesterday was so tiring and frustrating. She had stood in the queue from dawn to dusk but did not manage to even reach half way. THE COPPERBELT UNIVERSITY she imagined was an organized place where registration was done online and not on-line. She had imagined she would be received by smiling faces, directing her where to go and helping her with the entire process. She was wrong. At 06:30 hours in the morning, she was number 147 on the queue which would drain her and prove her fantasies wrong. CBU was more like a white elephant, an old and still aging lady past her prime. This was depressing. Everyone was busy minding their own business, pushing and pulling one another in an attempt to enter the clinic first. This was hell. This was yesterday. She hated this place already.

“Arrrgh!!!” She looked at her watch as she reached the main gate; 05:30 was the time. She smiled. Atleast she wouldn’t be number 147 today. She hurried even more, nearly running. The security guards couldnt help but admire how her nicely shaped body swerved from side to side as she sped past them. She was beautiful. One of them whistled and she pretended not to hear a thing though the thought of being admired made her even more comfortable. So she intentionally walked in a manner her body figure came out (alikafumya umwaiche). She reached the clinic at exactly 5:45. Her steps came to a halt. The queue today was even longer than that of yesterday. “where do these people sleep?” She wondered.

Rosetta wanted to cry. She felt so discouraged and sad. It was going to be another long day on the queue. She lazily walked to the back with white Samsung earsets plugged in her ears though nothing was playing. She pretended to be busy on her phone as she noticed some fairly handsome guy steal glances at her. Each time she looked in his direction, she found him looking at her and smiling at her then he would look away like he wasn’t looking at her. She always liked the feeling of being admired. It warmed her heart that someone would really appreciate the way she was made. She found it flattering. The clinic opened at 08:03. By then she was near the copy centre. The pushing and the pulling started. She hated this.

At 10:00 hours, she was still near the copy centre. She noticed girls that found her on the queue were not spending more than 10 minutes on the queue. They were just going direct with some COBUSU OFFICIALS. How she wished she knew one of these kind and generous guys. The only thing she liked about today was that it wasn’t as hot as yesterday. A cool breeze passed. She deeply breezed with her eyes slightly closed. When she exhaled, the guy that was staring at her earlier was standing next to her. He wasn’t bad. Actually, she thought he was kind of handsome but still she feigned to be busy on her phone. He had cologne so nice; she stole a glance at him; white vee neck tee shirt, neat blue jeans and some nice black canvas. He waved at her but she ignored, still pretending to be typing on her phone and listening to silent music.

“Hi!” he said not wanting everyone to know he was forcing a conversation. She did not respond so he instinctively tapped her shoulder. Electricity surged through her. She could not understand what she felt at that moment. She wanted to make a scene but again, she did not want to make a scene. She took her earsets off and looked at him with a questioning face. Gosh!! He was nice. He smiled.

“Oh!!” he started. “Hi. Uhm… am Stephen. But you can call me Steve”. He extended a hand. She hesitated.

“Hi.” Her voice sounded sweet to his ears. “am Rosetta but you can call me Rose”

“I already know your name” he joked.

“really?” she was shocked. “how? I mean from where?”

“I called airtel and asked if they had any beautiful customers but was told they only had one Rosetta so they gave me your line and I must admit, they weren’t lying.”

She knew he was lying. Ofcourse that was a lie but it was sweet. She blushed and smiled.

“Well, am on MTN so maybe try the next girl”
They both laughed.

“Ok you got me” he chuckled. “I saw you here even yesterday. I thought you had managed to enter.” This was a purified lie.

“I wish I did.” Irritation settling in. “CBU isn’t fair. Those girls just keep entering but they already found us here. I wish I knew some people aswell coz am tired.”

“a beautiful girl like you shouldn’t be standing too long on a queue of ugly girls…hehehe….I’ll be back in a bit.”

He left her smiling and atleast feeling much better. Finally she found some charming guy she could talk to. Within five minutes he was back with a buff man wearing an apron.

“Ela!” started Monk Chipo. “Rosetta Lipenga, Follow me.” She wasted no time as envious eyes from her fellow girls followed her. She entered and within a few minutes she was out, smiling, flattered and happy. Stephen was unbelievable. She walked towards one of the tables to buy a COBUSU receipt. STEPHEN sneaked behind her and stopped her.

“I have a surprise for you. Here is a COBUSU receipt for you. Just to appreciate such a beautiful girl even saying hi to me.” Her mind said no to the receipt but her body already got it. It was already written R. LIPENGA on it.
“well, Steve,” she was short of words. “why are you doing this?”
“What am I doing?” he teased. “I have never seen such beauty in my life and I couldn’t bear seeing you standing in that queue.” Every word he said was sweet.
“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”

TO BE CONTINUED SHORTLY.

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A PERFECT BETRAYAL

A Perfect Betrayal
Dearest dream girl
we met, we talked, we joked and we laughed.
you were pretty, splendid and soft at heart…
your beauty and your smile i loved.
i loved you. i did. we met on facebook.
I remember it all ever so clearly.
I was 18, you were 16. my sweet 16.
we wrote forever together,
made promises that amass the ordinary.
we formed a bond beyond and across the stars,
but unfortunately, like waves on a shore,
our footprints got washed away with time.
*
You led me on, gave me the illusions of happiness,
and i held on after my mistake.
i broke your heart and in turn broke mine in the process.
we met in Ndola.
you took my broken heart,
and with your warmth, you glued it together,
with you, love gave me hope,
I was a lost soul till I found you..
you were my love.
you. yes. You!
*
We shared pain and laughter,
we traded secrets,
showed our vulnerabilities,
we had nothing to hide,
not even our nakedness or shame,
for we were soulmates,
till it turned out to be just a fleeting moment,
like water and a flame,
nothing of us has remained,
except these dark patches.
*
Ironic,
how everything crumbles before your eyes,
that you are left to wonder how you missed the signs,
now what remains is the bitter regrets,
the tormenting thoughts,
the absurd imaginations of seeing you lying next to another,
perhaps thats the worst of all,
how could it be that five years down the line, we are so close to each other yet so far away?
how could it be that we keep trying so hard to stop trying so hard?
this is us and this is our story. each day I think about us and I feel sorry.
it was a perfect love story,
it was a perfect tragedy,
and it was
……….. a perfect betrayal……..

SO CLOSE YET SO FAR AWAY

The wind blows by each day,
I clearly have run out of songs to sing, poems to write or words to say.
for we are,

so close, yet, so far away.

We shared pain and laughter,
we traded secrets,
showed our vulnerabilities,
we had nothing to hide,
not even our nakedness or shame,
for we were soul-mates,
till it turned out to be just a fleeting moment,
like water and a flame,
nothing of us has remained,
except these dark patches.
*
Ironic,
how everything crumbles before your eyes,
that you are left to wonder how you missed the signs,
now what remains is the bitter regrets,
the tormenting thoughts,
the absurd imaginations of seeing you lying next to another,
perhaps thats the worst of all,
how could it be that five years down the line, we are so close to each other yet so far away?
how could it be that we keep trying so hard to stop trying so hard?
this is us and this is our story. each day I think about us and I feel sorry.
it was a perfect love story,
it was a perfect tragedy,

but why did we fight so much?
why did we not kneel together and pray?
how did we not see that we were going astray?
is this really what love is, pain, hatred, betrayal and shame?
that it should hurt me just to mention your name?

baby am tired. really tired.
I know am partly the one to blame for I took our relationship like a game.
obviously you think i care less but it was just a moment of weakness that i got careless
i may be called ruthless but am not heartless
i know my attitude of seemingly not caring was scaring.

maybe thats how we´ve found ourselves here.
everyone warned us but we refused to hear
now I fear for it is clear that our permanent end is near
we are,

SO CLOSE, YET, SO FAR AWAY

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.

heat of hearts

in the heat of hearts, life in every of its second is precious. the demise is always at hand, knocking and seeking whom to devour.

yesterday 21st September, 2013 I got to see my mum and dad. like seriously i was for a split moment of time out of this earth.

it all happened in a flash as i rolled on that tar from the back of a speeding car. the impact with the ground was nothing like what we see in movies. death is real! so i fell watching myself fall as i lost balance and heeded to the laws of gravity.

inertia applied but failed to save me. finally i hit the ground, first with my legs. tried to balance but my leg slipped out of the slippers i was wearing. my head was headed for the hard tar road, death was knocking but i couldn’t open the door, at-least not yet.

in my quest of hushing down the enemy that was knocking i put out my hand to prevent my head from hitting the ground. how it hurt. when my hand came in contact with the road, i was still in motion and it almost broke as my whole weight was still falling. finally my whole body was down, rolling on the road off the back of the car.

the impact was unimaginable. the pain was intense. my skin was peeling and my blood rushing out as bruises attacked every part of my body that came in contact with the road. first my right hand died as it was the point of contact, then my left as i tried to use it to balance, my head was next as it hit the road and again after bouncing hit down. then he whole body fell and at last i came to a halt. everything stopped moving, not a sound was heard.

I OPENED MY EYES, I SAW MUM AND DAD HOLDING THEIR HANDS OUT TO ME. MORE LIKE THEY WERE SAYING COME TO US, JUST LET IT GO.

then all the noise was back. my eyes literally opened and i was back on that road, agonizing in pain. my blood remains on that road as i go out to seek a doctor. just a clarification, My body heals fast. I am healing and you don’t have to worry. God is at work!!

Adapted from the book heat of hearts by Fred kanshamba

my cry

HEAR ME ALL YE THAT SEE
HEAR MY PLEA AND FROM ME, DO NOT FLEE.
CALAMITY HAS STRUCK AND NOW, I AM STUCK.
I FEEL LIKE DYING TO END ALL THIS CRYING
BUT I AM TRYING TO BE FINE BECAUSE I KNOW THAT ONE DAY,WE ALL HAVE TO DIE.
SO I WILL NOT CRY
BUT I WILL LOOK UP HIGH TO THE SKY AND TRY TO ASK WHY.
WHY DEATH OF ALL LIFE ON EARTH, TOOK BREATH FROM MY MOTHER.
NOW I HAVE NO OTHER.
I AM FILLED WITH STRIFE AND EVERY TIME I LOOK AT A KNIFE,
I FEEL LIKE TAKING MY LIFE.
INDEED, LOSING A LOVED ONE IS HARD.
IT MAKES YOU SAD AND FEEL VERY BAD.
NO WONDER OTHER’S GO MAD AND ARE NEVER GLAD.
I FEEL THE PAIN BUT THEN, “GOD GIVES…. GOD TAKES AWAY…..REJOICE ALWAYS”
SO SHOULD I REJOICE NOW THAT SHE IS GONE OR SHOULD I CRY?

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………………….