LIVIA'S BOOKLET

 Whosoever played that trick on me played it so well and won me over. I had to face trial for a crime I didn’t even commit. What a cruel world. We got to Njuli police station, the officers beat the hell out of me, and they wanted me to confess why I had a half-dead man at the boot of my car at such an hour. I tried to make sense to them that I knew nothing about the man but they insisted that since I knew his name, I must have known what happened. Their gumboots landed on every part of me, they had no mercy. They stepped on me with their gumboots until I passed out. I came back to life 2days later on as per what one lady who I enquired was a ward attendant told me at Zomba Central said. I still had handcuffs on me tied to the hospital bed. Was I then a criminal? Minutes later the officer that gave me harder beatings the other night walked to my bed. “Now that you are back to life, are you ready to confess what you did to Mr Kambani?” What was wrong with this man? They said Kambani wasn

Misonzi yachimwemwe idatsikira mmasaya mwa Sitelia kuchoka mmaso mwake. Sadathe kukhulupirira kuti loto lake lakwaniritsidwa. Zinali ngati kuti ali mtulo ndipo ali kulota. Chapatali potero Waisoni adakhala chete mkumaonerera mwambo wonse wa ukwati wa mkazi wake wa kale. Adakumbukira mmene amkamutukwanira komanso kumunyoza mkazi yo pa nthawi imene adali limodzi, mtima wake udagunda koposa ndipo anamva kuwawidwa. Kwa iye mkazi anali kalopo koposa ndipo amkakhulupirira kuti kumtchenetsa mkazi Kapena kumuyambitsa bizinesi kunali kutaya nthawi komanso kuononga ndalama chabe. Tsiku liri lonse Sitelia adali akukhala odandaula ndinso kugona ndi njala limodzi ndi ana ake awiri pamene Waisoni adali kupita kuzisangalalo kumene amakadyako mang'ina, zibwente, tchipisi ndi fuloze. Amkapita kunyumba atakhuta ndipo amkangofikira phiii kugona. Khalidwe li mkazi atafika potopa nalo anayamba kuyenda yenda mnamakasaka chakudya cha iye ndi ana ake ndipo waisoni analibe nazo ntchito. Pamene mkazi yu ada

I got married to Zoto 2years and a half ago. Our wedding was colourful and was the talk of the town. We even featured in the magazine of the Most Top Weddings of the Year; Everything about our wedding was awesome- from the attire, the deco, the catering, the make up etc. It was remarkable and unforgettable. Zoto and I lived so well and I was so comfortable with him, he stopped me from my Nursing job and suggested I start a business, I ventured into China-Japan-Italy cosmetics. 21months into our marriage which I perceived to have been a happy home I started hearing rumors that Zoto had a mistress which he had bought a duplex for and was financially supporting so much. They said she was a Communications student who was on an internship program at one of his companies; Well, Zoto owned media houses around the country and was in partnership with most of the largest international media films. He was a big boy. At first, I chose not to believe the rumors of him and his mistress but after 3mo

 When was the last time we met anyway? Probably at the park? Small talks because I forced myself to talk to you, a little bit at least of random stories of the trees-flowers-scenery and then the ‘see you later!s’ but I knew we wouldn’t anyway And guess what? I was right, I expected some huge explosion to end it with, like a beat drop at the end because our time together was turbulent, but there was just a casual fade out So we just fell apart, not fell out, fell apart. There’s a difference. I used to be your right hand person but now I feel indifferent. I think back to the time we declared each other best friends forever and, I was thinking how much it would hurt to lose you, but now? I’m happy about how far apart we are. If I see you again, I wouldn’t jump-cry-hug you I’ll just smile and ask ‘how are you these days?’ because the past is in the past.

 It’s a must that before accepting your man's proposal, you should learn to scrutinize your man. Know his past- his ambitions, his ins and outs, get to know if he is religious or unreligious, go through his background, if you have to hire an investigator do it if you can afford paying them. The Broken pieces story from Anita should serve as a case study to everyone in their journey into marriage.. I met Leonard at the gateway mall exit in 2018. It was beginning to rain and I had shopping bags. The Bus stop was a bit far from the shop entrance and there were no ubers around We exchanged numbers and that was the beginning of our fairytale. We were madly in love with each other, to me he was Mr. Right-almost perfect. I never found faults in him while we dated. He was so gentle -calm -hard working -ambitious, a goal-getter and was mature about almost everything. He was so business minded and never played with his work. He had made investments and had a lot of side hustles. I was comfor

  It’s been ninety-nine days since I last heard your voice and I do not know what it felt like to hear my name slipping off your mouth. They say ‘time heals’ but they are lying. Time heals absolutely nothing. The pain of yesterday aches every day and you became an emotional arthritis patient. Your joints are stiff with memories that make you crippled upto such an extent that you can barely walk or feel. I am listening to the call recordings over and over again for the last two and a half hours and I have memorized all of it by heart. Now, after your voice, I pause the recording to tell it myself then skip my part and play to hear your reply. We all are indeed stupid fools in love. Only if I knew the last time we talked would be the last time I would hear your voice, then I would not have kept the call ever since. John Green once wrote “You cannot love someone as much as you miss them”, and suddenly, I felt tears cornering the edges of my eyes and then trickling down as

What I was about to do could surely land me a lifetime jail sentence. I had lived my life the way I wanted and there was no way I could let Kambani get away with everything. “I am going to end it all today,” I said to myself as I cruised in my new X-Trail along Ginnery Corner. “Kambani will not get away with this, I swear. I will slaughter him and feed him to the G4S dogs.” I kept talking to myself. I was trembling and I had a lot of anger in me. In the course of the evil thoughts, a quote from Mother Theresa assaulted my mind: ‘If a mother can kill her own child through abortion, then who are we not to kill or harm each other?’ That day, I was not afraid to kill or harm anyone as long as it would do me good. I slammed on the accelerator to speed up as I could not wait to reach Chigumula where that magus resided. It was getting dark and the weather was so frozy with drops of rains making it all complicated and with the traffic jam trying to put spanners in my mission. “What’s wrong wit