LIVIA'S BOOKLET

  Guest Writer's Profile. Name: Aubrey Chinguwo Pen-Name: Aubrey Chinguwo Genre: Short Stories and Poems Profession: IT expert Location: Lilongwe, Malawi WHERE IS PAPA? By: Aubrey Chinguwo It does not get quite well tonight with the breeze stealing through the glassless window. It is chilly and damp, but its bite has freshness, its breath has vigour. It is almost time to sleep, but Edna is both mentally and physically spent that she cannot. So is her son, Yamikani, whose father is on his way to see him. She will stay awake the whole night unless the father turns up. Much to her disappointment, the phone she has borrowed from her friend Telida has gone into an automatic shutdown that she cannot even know where the father is driving at. It is clearly much kilometers away to recharge the battery, and it is already night. That reality alone burns her throat with sheer anger.  “You must go to bed, Yamikani,” she tells her son. “Mama, you are just cheating me. Where is father? I want to

  Guest Writer's Profile . Name: Aubrey Chinguwo Pen-Name: Aubrey Chinguwo Genre: Short Stories/Poems Profession: IT Expert Location: Lilongwe, Malawi CRIMINAL - 37  By :  Aubrey Chinguwo   It is a fallow period of sunshine on a Thursday of 2011 at Zomba Maximum Prison. August should be the month if the fallibility of the human memory can in the least be trusted. The sun hangs timidly in the sky, bathing the day to full glow, and in small pauses sending bright rays of sunlight through the small gaps of the metal bars high above.    Silence has fallen upon Cell 4, where an inmate by the name Criminal-37 is banging his head against the wall. We are all in shock, but knowing C-37, none of us reacts.    C-37’s place is at the far left corner of the cell. Here, places aren’t free. They are bought with food or a favour. However, C-37 got his with nothing in return by opting to be a mystery. And he is the only prisoner with a gathering of woody poles with rusty springs and cushions of an

I've been trying to discern. Took my time to evaluate situations and I've realized that this made it easier for me to let go of toxic people and circumstances that kept breaking me. And finally, I am turning the last page of our story and will be writing my own on a fresh page. I've been abused, traumatized and demeaned but I thought not to let that past version of myself be a part of my present or future. I don't need to let the same situations or people continue hurting me. I read somewhere that: "Don't be afraid to start over again. It's a brand new opportunity to build what you truly want. It's time to bring forth a better relationship with someone who cherishes you with complete respect and appreciation for you and your beautiful essence." And also that: "When getting everything you've ever wanted becomes synonymous to losing it, that's when you know you are winning." So, I Keep reminding myself that 'I am worth it!'

"Everything decays almost as soon as it has finished ripening, Which is to say; Everything comes with and expiration date." TEN Akante broke the news of the paternity of Lucas’ kids. She wanted to go on to tell her about her husband’s ordeal but she had no face for it. Instead after calming the atmosphere down over Lucas’ fate, Akante insisted to drive Madelyn home. AKANTE I insisted to drive Made home not just to save her from getting an uber but because fear of what she was to be welcomed with en-wrapped the whole of me. my palms were so sweaty and my legs were shaking when we drop off from the car upon getting at Lyn’s house. my private investigator had already told me that both George and his mother were in the house on it again. My head was spinning. The part of me wanted to tell Madelyn not to get into the house but then; I thought; if I truly loved her as I claimed then I needed to let her find out the truth of the man she married. I know it was right for me to call Ge

"I grew flowers despite how you wrecked and brutalized every part of my life and they bloomed beautifully." CHIKANE I had gotten the information about the kid’s paternity and it shattered me. I just didn’t know if I was to break the news to Lucas. I feared how he was going to take it cause it was the most shocking news and too heavy for me to narrate to him as his father. I struggled with thoughts if I needed to tell my wife about the whole issue but I decided to keep it to myself instead.  I gave Mule a call and invited him over to the house, he was the only trusted friend my son had and I thought to tell him the results of the plan we had set.       Me: “I am so ashamed as a father to even tell you that my wife’s nephew Austin is the biological father of Adele’s children.”        Mule: “What? Austin? Does Lucas know about this?” he looked so disappointed. Breaking the news to Mule brought a relief to me; they say a problem shared is half solved. I know I wasn’t doing the ri

 You constantly  knock on my door coz I taught you that there's always a way back, Not this time; I burnt that route I've forsaken that house Coz; I realized that, some of our moments are meant to be brief forcing them only incapacitate us.

 Dearest Tonderai, I know by the time you will be reading this letter you'd have already figured it out that I am no where close by, Yes- I left. I left because I saw it fit to. I left because there clearly was no purpose and direction in all that we had and all that we did. I left because every feeling I had for you vanished like smoke in the air. I left because the sparks and goosebumps I usually had whenever you held me tight or stand in front of me where no longer within me. I left because my love for you died. It died because there were too many errors and shortcomings between us more than loyalty and laughter. They say real connection happens with loyalty-honesty and respect; my love for you died because you began to care less about every little detail of us; the memorable days. It died because you seem to have been carried away and lost with your life. Lust has taken over you. It died because every part of me became a center of discussion between you and Angella, Omega, Zend

  'If it doesn’t burn you a little then what’s the point of playing with fire?'   MADALYN I know a lot of people make decisions that would destroy them for the rest of their lives due to different circumstances . I had been a faithful wife to George though I wasn’t too sure if he too was faithful and loyal to me. I stopped trusting him as I used to when we just got married. I lost my trust on him the moment I knew he went as far as getting undies for his little sister Ngana; who does that? Ngana was old enough to take care of her personal needs. She was a 27 year old grown  up  woman and I just didn’t thought it was right for a 38year old grown  up married man to be moving up and down town buying personal stuff for his sister . And then with how he conversed with his mother and most times with Kaira, oooh! I felt like they were more than siblings and mother-son. So I tried all through to make sure I was a great wife until when I met Lucas; there was something about Lucas and I

  ‘ Dress me in your  favorite shade of Red Hold me in all the right places like a fine tailored dress Fix my Appendages and Affix my Affection in your direction Rearrange my posture to align with you Then, I will stretch my hands to you.’   GEORGE I knew Kaira would do things but I really never thought she would be a  murder er . I needed no proof that it was her who got Wathu and Vundu brutally murdered. i had done dirty things and I had people who would do the whole work for me very clean and neat but when I said I would deal with Wathu, murder was the last thing to go for. I knew how much Madelyn loved her sister and I wouldn’t want to harm her cause I knew too well that that would bring more pain to Madelyn. The next day, I got ready to attend the burial, Kaira tried to stop me but I insisted on going; apart from anything else, Wathu was my sister in-law  before the whole shit came through  and it wouldn’t be nice if I wasn’t present at the funeral. It would surely raise suspicion