Serial Killer Series
By Fungai Chigumbura, Zimbabwe: My whims have never been part f the realm of the normal. Saying that is redundant at this point, but now I realize just how uncommon they are. So strange have my tendencies been over the years that they have developed their own bits of irony like the fact that for all the prostitutes I have […]
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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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By Fungai Chigumbura, Zimbabwe: Last night, I slept. No; last night I slept wonderfully. That may seem trivial, but for me sleep had become no refuge. I had lacked rest and the turmoil in my life had followed me even when I had laid my head down at the end of each day. Not last night, though. Last night's slumber […]
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By Fungai Chigumbura, Zimbabwe: I open the bedroom door to a scene that would be right at home in some horrible attempt at a horror movie. My assistant is in some form of leather get-up that defies explanation. He and his woman are standing close to the wall to my left, filming the silently sobbing little boy who is curled […]
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By Fungai Chingumbura, Zimbabwe: Limits – we all have them. For better or worse we are defined as much by what we do as by what we don't do. Where do we draw the line? When does necessary evil stop being indispensable and simply becomes evil? I have a feeling I may just find out tonight. My companions instruct me […]
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By Fungai Chigumbura, Zimbabwe: When did I first know I was different? When was the first time I saw the distinction between myself and my peers? There is no specific point in my life I can point to. Ever since I have been cognisant of anything, I have been acutely aware of just how unlike anyone else I was. Standing […]
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By Fungai Chigumbura, Zimbabwe: So, apparently, I have a side-kick now. Or maybe I'm the side kick. I don't know. All I know is that this fool whom I call my assistant has me by the low and dangling. His evidence is not conclusive; heck, it just barely scrapes the surface of circumstantial, but I know enough to realise that […]
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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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By Fungai Chigumbura, Zimbabwe: I remember my first time. No one forgets their first time. It's as vivid to me as any memory can ever be and I'd like to think that it has remained untainted by the rusting wear of time. I remember every little detail; what she smelled like, the lighting in the room, the rush that came […]
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