Tag: By Fungai Chigumbura

Memoirs of a Loverman, Series

Memoirs of a Loverman: Entry 2

By Fungai Chigumbura, Zimbabwe: People have a lot of names for what I am. Labels like psycho and madman are thrown around in description of people who indulge themselves and their needs. Society quite simply does not understand the difference between the average individual and someone like me. They misconceive every single aspect of it; they believe I am driven […]

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As Bad a Day as This

By Fungai Chigumbura, Zimbabwe: “You never hear the shot that takes you down”. These words are not famous, but they resound for me in a way that popular platitudes and hackneyed phrases never can. They represent a truth that I have known since I was a teenager and one that I have lived by for almost two decades. Simply put, […]

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An Inconvenient It (continued)

By Fungai Chigumbura, Zimbabwe: …continued. “You idiot!” she cut in, “Listen! What do you hear? Could it be the crying of my baby? The same baby who's been giving me endless sleepless nights and hasn't left my side since he was born? The same baby who's here with me! How on Earth could you even think that I'd just leave […]

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An Inconvenient It

By Fungai Chigumbura, Zimbabwe: I don't like people. I find them annoying at best. Everyone who knows me knows this and they recognise that any incidence in which we interact should be as short as possible, with only the bare necessary in vocal exchange between us. Fortunately, despite what some would cite as paradoxically aggressive misanthropy, I have managed to […]

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Anywhere

By Fungai Chigumbura, Zimbabwe: “Will you remember me? On those days when he's gone off to one of those other girls and you're left alone in the big, lonely house…will you remember me? Will you remember the times we had and that you will always have my heart?” She winced at my question, almost as if it caused her physical […]

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