Dickson Tembo
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Grandmother's Locket
Silent echoes of love's final sighs Promises, now shattered alibis Soft whispers have turned into lies Lonely nights and saddened cries Dreams vanish, hearts despise, Tears that won't suffice Love's demise Goodbyes Why?-- The night had descended upon the bustling city of Lusaka , painting it in hues of deep blue and shadowy black. Neon lights tried in vain to pierce through the blanket of darkness, their glow reflected on rain-slicked streets. Lang Jones sat alone in his dimly lit apartment, staring down at a photograph in his hand. It was a picture of him and Lily, taken last summer.
By Dickson Tembo2 years ago in Fiction
Saved by a little penny . Content Warning.
I was seated quietly at the steps of the college library, the weight of the world seemingly balanced on my shoulders. It was a balmy evening, with the sun dipping below the horizon, leaving a golden hue over the ancient stone buildings of the campus. The laughter of my fellow students, the clanking of cutlery from the College's G-gate, and the faint hum of distant conversations almost added salt on the wound. For me each sound served as a reminder of the fleeting and precarious nature of my journey through college. I had been so strong but this time , I couldn't just let it burn from inside me , tears were running through my cheek , my eyes decoding invisible words bitterly inscribed on the ground. I remembered there was one name that was spoken with pride in my village - DICKSON. I was born into a humble family and I was in college. The first and only one in my village to ever attend a higher learning institution. My village people often look at me with hope, seeing a glimpse of a future where their children too could pursue education. But behind the glowing facade of my academic pursuit, life is a tumultuous sea of worries and responsibilities. Walking 20 miles to college each day.
By Dickson Tembo2 years ago in Confessions
