Author Archives: Mogumo
Priscilla the Drama Queen
Photo by Tim Mossholder Makena and I were born on the same day. She was headstrong from the minute her frail frame dropped on the ground. Papa told me so. You see, my father marveled at the idea of … Continue reading
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Dear Mama
12.06.1996 Dear Mama, This is not a self-initiated letter. Reverend Zambezi spoke to us last Saturday about growing up responsibly, and telling the truth. He suggested that we should not hide stuff from our parents because they have enough wisdom … Continue reading
Precious
“It hurts terribly; I can’t walk, I ….help me….” Nafisa moaned, as she dragged her feet along the narrow corridor. “Walk straight na! Officer gon see you wincing like a sissy, and he throw you in solitary lockup, be strong! Stand up and walk Nafi!” Sofia hissed at her bestie, holding on to her massive weight by the waist, but the hurting woman could not keep it together. She groaned louder and louder, as she dropped grossly in a heap, clenching her teeth, while holding onto her swollen belly.
The prison camp officer noticed the commotion and came lashing out. “What is you two up to this time eeh!” “Excuse me Mr. Officer, she, she’s …..” Sofia tried to explain. “Move over you rascal!” The Pretty man yelled, raising his burton ready to thrash Nafisa mercilessly for being a nuisance on a slow, Sunday mid-morning. Luckily, the gods saved Nafisa as she had already passed out and had to be dragged to the sick bay within the prison precincts. The inmates nicknamed Officer Roman Martins, Mr. Pretty, for his narcissistic behavior and an incessant fetishness with busty women. Continue reading
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