Rudo Muzondo

By Rudo Muzondo Whenever Kenny was sober, he believed it was alcohol he needed, but when he had a few drinks in him, he knew it was something else, possibly a woman or good music. When he had it all, he couldn’t be distracted from the…
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By Rudo Muzondo I was a silly temptress, not a dangerous one but just a playful one. It was hard for anyone to believe that I had only been kissed twice. My first kiss was in High School, it was a forceful disgusting wet kiss. The guy…
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Rudo Muzondo: "At each fold of the initiation, Gini was ordered to swim across the malodorous blood river seven times to attain wickedness, knowledge and power. He was taught of the dark magic, codes, incantations, how to summon spirits,…
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Rudo Muzondo: "As I pulled back the lounge curtains, the room was flooded with the radiance of natural light. I gazed at the window, I wasn’t looking through it or at it, my eyes were beyond the sense of seeing. My thoughts were so far, I…
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Rudo Muzondo: "In chains, Gini was dragged out of the carvens. Other prisoners pleaded, begged and cried reaching their hands out as to grab Gini. Their hands were chopped off and put back on repeatedly and their throats were cut to prevent…
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Rudo Muzondo: "The angel of death uttered words in a diabolical language. In an instant, the wings of the raven started flapping at a furious deafening velocity. In a blink of an eye, they were swirling in a violent whirlwind. Aroused in…
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Rudo Muzondo: "The thick smoke of the burning car obliterated the crowd. Blue lights ablaze, Ginimbi saw a police van that looked like a repurposed plumber’s van. Behind it, was a thirsty fire brigade car that looked as hopeless as the…
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By Rudo Muzondo Nervously she knelt in front of me, her head resting against my stomach and her arms around my waist squeezing me tightly but gently. My hands resting on her shoulders, I trembled with anxiety and frailty. I didn’t…
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By Rudo Muzondo Clearing his throat, Ginimbi snuggled the cozy white pure Cashmere bed throw up to his chin. It graced his body contrasting perfectly with his dark matt skin. Afternoon naps were his routine from Friday to Sunday. He was…
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