Tag: By Fungai Chigumbura

Reflections

Rotting Far From The Tree

By Fungai Chigumbura, Zimbabwe: I do not know who hated whom first. Whose loathing was older? Did my father despise me before I him, or was it the other way around. Maybe the hate was always one-sided. Maybe what he had for me was just mere resentment. After all, I had come at an inopportune time, right before he was […]

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Gimme my Hammer

Iceport is a different town from most. A once-little hamlet, the establishment of an international port company and expansion of said harbour brought with them brisk growth, and today, what would have been considered a quaint relic a few decades ago is now a conurbation that ships millions of metric tons every year to destinations as far flung as the […]

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By The Sword…

By Fungai Chigumbura, Zimbabwe: I woke up this morning and she wasn’t crying. Her eyes, usually two Niles, gave nothing of their streams this morning. I could not recall if she had cried last night; my slumber had pressed me into blissful sensory numbness, and only the glare of the mid-morning sun had had the means to stir me. My […]

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Scaled!

By Fungai Chigumbura, Zimbabwe: Thursday—it used to be their day; their date day. Not anymore. It hasn't been their day for many-a-day. No day is their day, anymore. It's all gone, now. Her man, her pillar, her mountain that will not be scaled has left her before he has left her. He's been gone from their marriage longer than she […]

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Call me Lu

By Fungai Chigumbura, Zimbabwe: I do not know what I am doing here. Well, I know why I am here; I am waiting for someone. If I had to be truthful about it, I would say I am here because I must have answers, despite logic saying I should steer clear of him. I need to know just how this […]

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Memoirs of a Loverman, Series

Memoirs of a Loverman: Entry 8

By Fungai Chingumbura, Zimbabwe: The night air is cool and refreshing as I drive leisurely through the city, towards my peace. Not much passes through my mind as I weave seamlessly through the light, after-dark traffic. I know I am almost assuredly condemned. Even the most inept of police departments would be able to piece together what happened from the […]

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