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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