As I opened the door I saw the unfinished jersey she had been knitting all these months lying on the carpet. She wasn’t that good at knitting but at least she had the flare and touch of it. In my house knitting had become more than a hobby but an obsession. But, after she is gone; I now realise that Imelda my wife was trying in vain to knit together our broken marriage. She had all what she wanted in life.But she kept on telling me that money doesn’t buy happiness. In spite of all the money we had she wasn’t happy, because she missed the real love from her husband. She desperately needed such love especially in these trying times. Succumbing to a heart problem is not that easy, but its somehow easier if you have a loving partner and family.

In our 15 years of marriage many things had changed, unfortunately changing for the worst. It all came as a surprise when the doctor announced to us that Imelda had a heart problem which required special surgery from world class health facilities in countries such as Cuba, America or elsewhere and not in a poor country like Zimbabwe with dilapidated health facilities. Although we had money (relatively speaking) it wasn’t that much enough to cover for her surgery and upkeep for the proposed 5 months in a foreign land. However, with the love I had for my wife I made many sacrifices and I even went out of my way to source for the required money so as for the operation to go through. It was only at the last minute that her mom objected for the idea of an operation. She had her own fears, fears which I also shared but was afraid to disclose to my wife and to those even closer to us. What if the operation failed? My Imelda would kiss good- bye to this earth. Maybe she would never wake up from the anesthesia. A painful decision it was. I was caught in between a hard rock and a hard place.


But in finality somebody had to rise above us all and the voice of conscience had to prevail. Her mother’s wishes carried the day. Imelda also managed to convince me that through prayers and not through surgeons her condition would positively improve. With the passage of time, years raced and followed each other with great speed. Imelda looked fine and fit as a fiddle. But inside, I knew she was fighting a lonely and losing battle. She was quite a courageous and strong woman. In those years I was always there for here.Whenever, she wanted a glass of water I would reach out for her. Love at its best. In health and in sickness goes the wedding vow. However, as time passed I started becoming impatient with Imelda’s situation.

To ease my stress I resorted to drinking beer so as to relieve my stress. Little, did I knew that I would become a prisoner of the bottle. By the time she needed a hand (helper) I wasn’t around. By the time she needed a shoulder to lean over, my shoulder was leaning on the beer hall walls. On a windy, misty and cloudy Friday night, as I came home holding flowers and a cake I knew that I will arrive and see Imelda sitting on the couch knitting. She had prepared one of my favorite dishes chicken and potatoes; the jersey she had been knitting was lying on the floor. Candles were neatly placed in the lounge maybe in preparation for a candle lite dinner. “Imelda Imelda darling where are you”, I was shouting. But no one responded. As I moved towards our bedroom, I saw Imelda lifelessly lying on our therapeutic bed. She was lying still. My feet became numb and I was frozen. God had taken her soul. The food that I never ate, the candle lite dinner that never was the flowers and cake that she never saw. Imelda was gone, gone for good! She had fought a long, lonely but fierce battle…



The Wedding Present

They were immaculately dressed, their hearts and minds were filled with joy. Brenda Fassie’s song entitled the Wedding Day could be heard playing from the car radio in the expensive hired limousine. The two love birds were walking side by side, hand in hand as they strolled down the church hall towards the altar. The pastor was holding the Holy Book in his hands. The bridal team not to be outdone was clad in beautiful, expensive and colourful outfits. The groom Lisa was clad in a milky white beautiful wedding gown which matched well with the lipstick and smile that she was wearing on this eventful day.But,behind that smile I knew Lisa was not all that happy at all. The smile was only but a feigned (fake) plastic smile. Deep down in her heart she could not feel for the man she was making vows with, in her mind, she was trying to imagine a new life with the groom and she could for see an unhappy bride in herself. Her heart was torn apart. Lisa was wedding Brian whilst her heart was still with Craig. As she followed through the Pastor’s words…

  ‘I Lisa Heritage, do take Brian Msasa as my husband, in death and in sickness, for richer for poor, till death do us part’ she was mumbling.

She could hardly follow the lines. Her mind was miles away. Will Craig come to the wedding? How about if Craig just pops up and says she is my fiancée? Will I stomach the embarrassment? All these imaginations and thoughts came to Lisa’s mind. Whilst dressing up for the wedding, she had texted an sms ‘pliz Craig don’t come for the wedding, I will cry and maybe cancel the wedding, I can’t imagine seeing you’. If Lisa had not fallen pregnant she would have wedded Craig her long time and childhood lover. But now it is the other way round. It is not Craig who is clad in a white suit and holding flowers but it is Brian who is wedding Lisa. Craig was sitted amidst the cheering, dancing, clapping and ululating crowd. The church service is over and everyone is now gathered at the Reception. In his hand Craig is holding a book entitled 40 Tips of Enjoying Your Marriage. He had carefully chosen this book from the Innov 8 bookshop. Not that it was cheaper and not that it was the best-seller. Craig had picked this book from the shelf because of its catchy and apt title. Secondly, and more importantly he chose such a present not out of bitterness but out of true gratitude for the time shared. All what he wished for Lisa, was a happy marriage full of bliss. He wanted her to forget about their past, sad or happier times. For all was now water under the bridge. All what Craig wished for was for Lisa to concentrate on building her marriage with her newly wed hubby.The present was a gesture made out of goodwill. Although, the book would constantly remind Lisa about Craig, he knew that as she would read through the pages every night, she would emerge a better woman in marriage. It was a present that would bring painful and fond memories at the same time help her to move on as she journeyed through her marriage life. Deep down in his heart, he had forgiven Lisa.All what had transpired was now history that lied in the distant past. It was in indeed a closed chapter. For Craig, was a victim of love. But for how long would he lick and nurse the wounds of love. As their eyes locked into each other across the hundreds of other eyes present at the gathering, Craig came to a true realisation that Lisa was gone and taken for good. The diamond ring was sparklingly shining in Lisa’s finger. Craig believed in the saying which goes ‘What men has done, men can undo, but what God has done no men can undo’. The wedding of Lisa and Brain was to him God’s plan. That night as the wedding couple was packing to go for their honeymoon in the Caribbean Islands. Lisa went to the wash room and rang Craig. She was sobbing and she was just stammering ‘YO…yo..yo Present…I felt so touched Craig, why do you wish me happiness in Marriage, all I needed in my life was YOU Craig…she could hardly finish the lines as she broke down crying. How life can be unfair, when we marry the ones we don’t love, when we give presents that reminds our old lovers about us. When they shed tears because of our presents.When presents should have made them cry with tears of joy.They shed tears of pain. The irony of life and love.

Drought & Climate Change


As one drives past the Juliasdale (Monte Claire hotel) up until to the Troutbeck Hotel, one captures the glimpse of the beautiful scenic vegetation of such a beautiful mountainous Eastern Highlands. But going further down the Nyanga area what could be only seen is a dry, lifeless and barren landscape. The leaves of the Msasa tree are no longer blooming. The land is virtually dry. Skulls of many dead beasts are scattered all over the land. Vultures and eagles are a common sight. The baobab tree is just standing there. The beasts are no longer fat as they used to be. I painfully, watch the cattle herders as they drive the cattle to the waterpoint.An elderly woman is fetching  drinking water but I can see fresh deposits of cow dung in the water. A young newly married woman is washing dirty linen in the water. So is the school going child who is also doing her laundry.

Every villager is lamenting that the rains were very unkind. All they received were erratic rains. To make matters worse some suffered from bad timing, thus they failed to prepare their crops in time. Virtually, the villagers harvested nothing in their fields. All what they harvested were a ‘harvest of thorns’. It was a wasted effort, wasted inputs and wasted time. They are no longer growing yams in those once muddy wetlands. The wetlands have dried up. What went wrong? Christians in the village spent many sleepless nights praying for the rains. But they only waited and waited for the drops of water that never poured. Traditionalists went on to brew beer to appease the ancestors through the rain making ceremony. But all they failed to do was cloud seeding because of the lack of resources.

They all erected scare crows in the midst of their fields. What an amazing hope they have! They hoped against all odds that one day the rains will come. Every farmer looked ahead to a bumper harvest. But lady luck could not smile on them. The rains were erratic, thus their crops had to wilt. Eventually their crops dried up. The ants from the so called Anthills of Savanna also feasted undisturbed on these dying crops. It is against such a backdrop that NGOs like CADEC have come up with drought mitigation strategies like conservation farming and early planting. The farmers were made to believe that this would help in keeping in pace with the changing climatic conditions and rainfall patterns.But,it seemed all these efforts failed the farmers. After having seen such a sad scenario the question is what needs to be done before the whole village or country suffer from food insecurity,hunger,famine and attendant diseases like kwashiorkor to the young ones.


Unless we take action and sound measures drought will remain a deep challenge in our communities in this er of climate change…..


Losing a Dear Friend

As she lied on the hospital bed, she was trembling as she stretched her hand to touch my mine. Her hand was so cold, all the softness and warmth had gone with the sickness. As she squeezed my palm lightly she, asked her family to leave. Visiting hour was almost up. I kissed the back of her hand gently. I was heading towards the door when she said “Gift I am dying..Um..umm.m, this is for you”. She placed a roughly scribbled letter into my palm. It was written with a bold lettering on its  envelope. I stuffed it in the back of my pocket and I could not hold the tears that were streaming down the contours of my face. I promised her to come back the next day with his favorite fruits during the visiting hour. She touched my hand gently, before letting me go.

 Outside I took the letter out of my trousers back pocket.

And it Read…..

I hope you will find all the happiness in life

I know I won’t be there by then

By the time you will read this letter

I won’t be here, I would have been gone

If only, I listened to you I would have stayed

I would have changed my behavior

But it’s no use crying over spilt milk

The damage has already been done

It’s too late now

I have been living on a borrowed life

All along I have been battling with the virus

I have been avoiding disclosure

Finally I can’t go ahead

I have been living in self-denial

Let me rest a bit

The angels are already smiling at me

Will miss each other

Till we meet again

Your childhood friend

With love


As news of her death spread like veld fire in our small town, I came to the sad realisation that I had lost a true childhood friend. The day when she touched me, whilst she was battling for life on that squeaky hospital bed brought me fond memories of our childhood days. As she lay on top of those white linen sheets, I felt her slipping away from my life, the same way a soap can slip away from the hand. If there is anything great that ever happened to me in my life, it was her. She was young, beautiful and jovial. We grew up in the same neighbourhood, we used to steal our neighbours’ mangoes together, tease each other and play together. We were just like that, until we finished our secondary school. That is when she got a Presidential scholarship to study in South Africa. She used to send me her pictures in the beach and in various night clubs and other nice places. I knew she was heading for disaster. But all my advice fell on deaf ears, until she started engaging in risky sexual behavoiur.Eventually, fate took its course.

The doctor had diagnosed that it was too late for her to take Anti-Retroviral Drugs. Her immune system was very weak. Little did I know about her ailment, her family had told me that it was Mengitis.Rebekah was only waiting for her time and date. She was living on a borrowed time. We used to ride our bicycles in a single file in the neighbourhood during the heydays of our youth hood, we used to pelt each other with stones over the fence. We were indeed good neighbours, but more importantly we were the best of friends. All these are childhood memories. In her I lost I dear Friend.


Forthcoming Elections in Zimbabwe: An Outlook

The hype about elections in Zimbabwe seems to gather steam as all political parties try to situate themselves and identify with the electorate. But, the attendant question is at what cost and under what conditions will the elections be held under.Such a question is quite significant given the fact that the next elections, whether they are going to be held this year or next year, they are going to mark a watershed/turning point in the history of Zimbabwean politics. This is due to several reasons that I will explain and deal with at length and in breadth in the ensuing discussion. Another question that is also in the offing is whether the Zimbabwean populace do really need these elections. More to the above is Zimbabwe prepared for the polls both administratively, financially and emotionally. Are they really necessary one may rhetorically ask.

This is given the fact that Zimbabwe may regress and slide back into a state of anarchy, and terror characterized and punctuated by political intolerance and political violence across the political divide. With some emerging as victors and some as the vanquished (victims).Can Zimbabwe really afford to go back to a Hegelian state of nature, where life becomes ‘short, nasty and brutish’ all under the banner of elections? What are the election benefits either for the political actors or to the people of Zimbabwe in general? Let’s look collectively to every Zimbabwean, some who support ZANU PF, MDC-T, MDC-N, MDC-M, Mavambo, ZAPU, et al and for others who believe that they are neutral. For the ZANU PF the next elections will determine whether they will consolidate their grip on power or their exit from power after having been in power for 32 years. For the MDC-T this is a make or break election in the sense that the outcome will determine if whether the MDC-T will remain a perennial opposition political party, paradoxically with a huge following in the Zimbabwean political plateau.

As for the MDC-N, these elections will serve as a barometer to assess and measure their relevance and support base as a credible opposition political party that is a viable alternative from the mainstream MDC-T, to whom they accuse of lacking internal democracy. The elections will also be useful to evaluate if whether they do have a national appeal beyond Matabeleland. As for Mavambo/Kusile/Dawn, the forthcoming elections will also be significant in terms of assessing their support base in light of the future. But, the Mavambo project may not be interested in assuming power, rather at this opportune moment they may be more interested in building a formidable opposition capitalizing on the weaknesses and failure of all the political players that are in the GNU.  Thus, they will be more concerned with using these elections as a launch pad to re-strategise and re-group. They comfortably know that they will emerge as one of the opposition parties out of the GNU. For the people of Zimbabwe, these elections will provide a fertile ground to do away with the GNU (voting away GNU). More importantly, some will view these elections as the panacea to all the problems afflicting this country.

Such a view is widely shared by many, within and outside the country who really believes that ‘two cocks cannot stay in one fowl run’ or ‘two bulls cannot stay in one kraal”. It is the fragmentation of the opinions and views within the electorate that, both ZANU PF and MDC-T will garner almost equal votes. There are those who still believe that ZANU PF can still deliver, although some might say they are now a minority. These are the people who will vote for the party with their hearts and minds. Such a group of the electorate will vote for policies such as Indigenization and Empowerment, Removal of Sanctions, Sovereignty etc. Whilst on the other end,MDC-T will also lure a huge following using the discourse/narrative of restoration of the rule of law,constitutionalism,equality, (liberal democratic theory) job creation, resuscitation of the economy, peace and tranquility amongst a host other election promises both false and real.

As for the legislators, the next elections are a thorn in the flesh. With some being ensnared in the cobweb of corruption as evidenced in the CDF saga, if internal democracy through primary elections is going to prevail, the next elections will see some bidding farewell to the Parliament Building. The MPs in the MDC-T who were voted on the basis of being MDC-T (being the better candidate on the right time) rather than on craft competence, capacity and merit will surely not survive. As for the ZANU PF, MPs if ever the playing field is going to be leveled those who used violence to frog march voters, beat and intimidate fellow citizens to vote them into power might also see the exit door as they will move towards the days of their political sunset.

However, given the above context one can then argue that the next elections will be highly polarized similar to previous elections with a high likelihood for the recurrence of violence and the rendition of the June 2008 episodes. This will happen in full view of the SADC.However; to my surprise many Zimbabweans romanticize and over-generalise the relevance and input of SADC in the next elections. SADC Electoral Guidelines dovetailing with the roadmap will not change the political complexion without the political will and commitment to tackle pre-election violence from the political principles. Squarely so, not much should be expected, and nothing new will come out from SADC in terms of its strategy and action towards the political gladiators in the Zimbabwean political hotchpotch. To expect much will be just pinning Great Expectations were there is No Hope. Taking from the precedent of other post-conflict elections in some other countries such as Liberia, Sierra Leone, Mozambique, Angola it is abundantly evident that post conflict elections are difficult by nature as much as the citizens vote with their feet by absconding from the polling stations as the only weapon of the weak. (see Terrence Lyons).

It is highly likely that the electorate will vote either for peace or for food. Voting with their stomachs and feelings and not minds. So will be the next elections in Zimbabwe. Using the Rational Choice Theory voters have the right to choose whom to vote into political office, how and when as posited by (Edlin, Gelman, &Kaplan 2007). It is against such a backdrop that the next elections will not provide much in terms of choice (voting preferences) as much as they will be restrictive in the sense that the media will not be open to other political players outside ZANU PF. Despite demands and rhetoric by the MDC formations to liberalize the media, common sense and reality show that ZANU PF will not give in. Rather, more propaganda in larger dosages might be the in-thing during the coming elections. To substantiate this claim, one needs not to look very far but just look at the new radio stations that have been licensed. Thus the electorate is going to suffer from a critical information deficiency so as to ultimately make well-reasoned and well informed electoral decisions on their preferred candidates. The diasporans who might also contribute in the voting process if they are allowed to do Out of Country Voting (OVC)  as in Bosnia, Kosovo and East Timor in the post-conflict elections are unfortunately not able to do so due to administrative bottlenecks bolstered by the Zimbabwean  electoral law.

However, the next elections in Zimbabwe are quite significant both as a process and as a yardstick to measure our democracy this far/(as a tool for democratic consolidation).But, ultimately the voting patterns will be determined by various deterministic variables chiefly among them being fear not choice an anti-thesis to the rational choice perspective. This then means that the voter turnout will be very low in the next elections as many people will experience what (Cerdas, 1993) terms democratic disenchantment which will result in high voter absenteeism. Using the Input-Output model it can also be persuasively argued that the level and quality of voter education provided both by political parties and civic groups will have a huge bearing in the voting patterns, both in terms of numbers and the informed choices of the electorate.However,the input-output model is inextricably linked to the conditions for free and fair elections owing but not limited to universal and equal access to the electoral process, equal access to the media, an independent and professional Electoral Commission which enjoys the trust of all parties involved, credible voters roll and an impartial police force and army.

As long as rules of the game are in favour of one dominant political party the complexion of the next elections will not be very different from the previous polls. Without holistically addressing issues that has to deal with voter education, electoral violence,demilitation of constituency, voting patterns, electioneering, campaigning ,actual voting, counting and  announcement of the electoral outcome the forthcoming elections will remain more of a meaningless ritual. As for the MDC-T it is quite absurd and fictitious to preach the rhetoric of protecting the vote whilst there are clear signs that it is failing to protect the voter before any announcement for the date for elections. Trumped up charges for political activists is the order of the day as many activists are rotting in the cells. After having waited to get election results over a period surmounting to more than 5 weeks one wonders whether the next elections will be different. My final submission is that there are many challenges and fewer prospects in holding free and fair elections whenever they are due, that is if we are going to be economic with the truth.


Gift Mwonzora writes in his own capacity. The author is a holder of a Masters in Development Studies specializing in Human Rights& Social Justice.


Does donor Aid in Africa really work?

In 2011 we found ourselves stuck in the midst of quite an interesting debate amongst various emerging scholars in a development studies seminar. Participants were mainly from Europe, Asia and Africa. The topical debate of this seminar was centered around NGOs and civil society building in the Netherlands. It was at the heart of our series of debates that we found ourselves arguing about “Aid effectiveness vis-a-vis Aid ineffectiveness”. Some were of the view that NGOs were the ‘magic bullet’ of our time.  Yet others held the opinion that, the NGO community was slowly heralding towards its natural death. Challenged by this academic debate and drawing from experience from other African countries such as Zimbabwe and Ghana, the authors of this article are of the view that NGOs play a crucial role and should be viewed as the alternative to development especially in Africa and Asia.

 We are quite in favour of African countries negotiating for the best deals they can get from donor funders by playing off different donors against each other. The conditionalities that some donors attach to aid is onerous and sometimes unjust. The big question then is does aid become effective when it is without conditionalities? In the West, good governance and democracy prevails which is contrary to what pertains in the South. Aid from the West therefore comes with a lot of conditionalities attached. It is against this background that we seek to set the record straight by putting the aid effectiveness discourse into perspective, using the Zimbabwean and Ghanaian models as illustrative examples.

Most NGOs in Zimbabwe that are focused on helping women out of poverty or empowering them financially are often open to criticisms. These criticisms are always based on the fact that despite preaching the rhetoric of women’s emancipation and empowerment little progress has been recorded on the ground. Most NGOs have used the ‘empowerment’ and participation as trump cards in getting donor support. But the question that arises is which type of empowerment or whose participation? The pertinent question that ought to be asked is whether NGO terminologies surrounding “democracy, rights, empowerment, poverty reduction and livelihood building” make a difference in both Zimbabwe and Ghana or elsewhere? It is our considered analysis that NGOs have played a very instrumental role as “messiahs” since the era of Structural Adjustment Programs (SAP) in most African countries, although some of their conduct and effectiveness leaves a lot to be desired.

Everyone is ultimately interested in this game of aid and it should not be seen as a win-win situation. In fact aid becomes effective if there is a just and fair conditionality attached to it such as giving micro credit loans to women if only they send their children to school etc. Indeed, we should turn our focus too here on African leaders to give a fair view and opinion on aid (in) effectiveness. There are instances of bigger investments in Africa that have not led to greater development but to grander corruption.  African governments or leaders should be encouraged to be transparent in their dealings. Likewise those institutions tasked with the responsibility of seeing to it that the aid money wherever it comes from becomes effective and does not lead to a big waste.

In Ghana, most of the donor funded projects goes into the health sector, water and sanitation and lastly the agricultural sector. These projects supported by donor funding has by and large led to increased development in these sectors of the economy. The success story of most of these projects in Ghana for example is the presence of sound monitoring and evaluation tool kits in place.

Analyzing the role of most NGOs in Zimbabwe especially those engaged in food aid/humanitarian assistance one will agree with me that it is quite difficult if not impossible to measure the results of what they intended to do namely poverty eradication. We really have a difficult and profound problem at hand if we are to view NGOs as actors that can bring economic growth in the economies of developing countries. As much as there is an unending debate on the rise of aid agencies, much of our analysis revolves around the effectiveness of aid. What then should be done to sustain donor funding in Africa, Asia and Latin America for example in the era of the global economic crises?.

To conclude the food for thought for this piece remains therefore that as long as poverty exist the relevance of donor support to NGOs would be more significant than before. With the compassion fatigue and the weakening of solidarity ties with the poor and the oppressed by the Northen NGOs, many local (Zimbabwean NGOs) have collapsed with others ending their operations. The question that still begs for an answer is if whether development aid really helps in reducing poverty either in Zimbabwe, Ghana or in Africa as a whole. The simple answer is nobody really knows.

Co-authored by Gift Mwonzora (Zimbabwe) & Severin Dery (Ghana).


A Night Spent at Londoners


They call the place Londeners.Its a drinking place where they drink until they could swim back home like fish. Elegantly dressed ladies with milky chocolate thighs are a frequent crowd at this hide out. Some are usually spotted wearing short and captivating mini-skirts, only short to cover the essential parts whilst still arresting the imagination of the naked eye. To sum it all they are an eye candy. That is Londoners for you!! After having been away, out of the country for some time, Jimmy my best friend suggested that we should do a catch up on everything. An idea which I baited for. In the recent years I had been away searching for greener pastures in the so called land of honey and milk.

Paradoxically, the pastures proved not to be greener. I now believe the saying which goes “the grass is greener to those who are not there”. In my beloved country many many things had changed, some changing for the better but most things changed for the worst. This is so since my country has been undergoing an economic and political upheaval with the economy being virtually ‘dead’ to say the least. Potholes were now a common feature. So were burst sewer pipes. Electricity was always unavailable. Water supply was erratic and in short supply. Coupled with such, my dear country succumbed to a cholera outbreak.  These are totally two worlds apart, I said to myself. The architecture and nice buildings in Arizona Phoenix were so totally different from our so called Sunshine City. The city was no longer shining, neither was it sunny as it used to be. Everything was so dull and cold. Our hearts were shattered to hear of our country being plagued by a cholera outbreak in this 21st century. In a century when we thought that we had made advancement in the right to water and in striving towards a society that could live in an improved clean and health environment.

As I dropped at the Harare International Airport, I had to wait for Jimmy for some more 20-30 minutes to be precise. I went to the restaurant to buy Mineral Water but I was told it wasn’t available. I was slowly becoming impatient and restless when Jimmy finally showed up in his Toyota Navara.Whilst he was loading my suitcase into the car, he told me about his errands from one Filling Station to another, searching for fuel. Fuel was now a scarce commodity. Poor us! Luckily I didn’t experience jet leg. I am sipping my green bottle of Bohlingers.The resident DJ is playing one of my favorite songs entitled One More Time’-Busy Signal. One after the other he is belting nice and classic music. In a minute I see Jimmy staggering to the dance floor. On the other hand, he was holding a can of Zambezi beer. I could not resist joining him, when the DJ played a song by James BluntYou’re Beautiful”. Women of all shapes and sizes were seductively but accordingly dancing to the music. Some were shaking their backs like nobody’s business, so was their waist.Suddenly,a curvy and heavily built lad whispered in my ears.

  “You are wearing my favorite labels” she said with a warm but inviting smile.

“Thanks”, I replied. She must have been drinking Hunters Dry, I picked from her breath.

“Do you mind filling in my bottle”, she requested pointing to the bottle which almost half-empty.

Why Not? I replied, placing a USD 5 in her palm. I realized that she was nearly naked as she angelically cat-walked to the counter to place her order. We started talking about different stories, for she seemed at ease. She had found a catch for the Night.Coincedentally, upon sharing   stories she told me her name etc. OH! Poor Lina. A Bachelor of Commerce Graduate. I remembered the days when she was the talk of College/university because of her beauty. By then I used to love her but could fail to summon the courage of speaking my mind and feelings. We ended up being colleagues. How time fly. How fast she had changed. “Are you married Gift”, she said hugging me tightly to her chest. I could feel the prick of her breasts.

“Why on earth will I remain a bachelor”, I laughed. “For some of us we failed to meet Mr Right, to make matters worse I got good education but still failed to get a job”,Lina was still talkative as before I could see.

But so touching was her situation. After having had enough of our beers we drove in Jimmy’s car, we took Lina with us. The strong fragrance of her perfume was irresistibly choking our nostrils. Avenues Block 25. “Find sometime Gift”, I will take you around dear, she said giving me a kiss on my left cheek. I placed a USD 50 note in her bra. I realized she was wearing a blue but matching bra inscribed with the lettering Touch Me. I promised to visit. Whilst I was still wrestling with my mind on whether to get some sexual favors from a friend/colleague Samantha my wife called on Jimmy’s mobile.  ‘Did you arrive safely handsome; I and the kids miss you and please behave!”.

“Why are you still waiting start the car”, I shouted to Jimmy. Now my sisters are now selling their bodies in order to eke a living. Lord Have Mercy. All the same it was a night well spent at Londoners.



 Londoners! Londoners!