FWGE Day 11: Sorry Jane, Come Tonight by Chenjerai Mhondera.

Sorry Jane-‘t wasn’t your turn;                                                                                                                                           Wasn’t it Nota first, Sophie and then Clara?                                                                                                                                          I bet you were fourth;                                                                                                                                                                   for if you were first, second or third I believe you would die;                                                                                                 not from shock but from my love weighty and energy pounding inexhausted.                                                      There’s still a sense- normal and abnormal;                                                                                                                             sometimes dreams under Muhacha tree or far there on beaches of Cape,                                                                            sometimes nightmares of love crashing violently in a horror.                                                                                                 I hate to hurt that sense,                                                                                                                                                                        for ‘f ‘t wasn’t ‘t I wouldn’t spell you correctly in the sequence.                                                                                                                I have a dream that our episode they wait tonight;                                                                                                                 they say they’re tired of watching Korean pornography,                                                                                                             Refiso- young love on Rhythm  City.                                                                                                                                             Shall we act porno or descence of romance?                                                                                                                                                  Oh no, I bet with descence, love’s false and artificial!                                                                                                                      Jane, remember that night we danced to pumping music;                                                                                                          love fusing in our bones.                                                                                                                                                                 Was ‘t at Rhythm City?                                                                                                                                                                                                           Oh yes, I remember dimming club-lights closing our eyes narrow and slow- nuggets of lips loose;                                            It was your tongue to reach mine;                                                                                                                                                           Me, in madness of romance pressing you tight me;                                                                                                                              You breathed fast- I lost pace;                                                                                                                                                       I’m sorry Jane. Come tonight- we finish episode.                                                                                                                                    My hands are no clean- they drip with fluids of romance.                                                                                               Shall I mention one? Oh no, give me no chase- tonight I‘ll touch them all.   

Biography:

CHENJERAI MHONDERA is author of HURRICANE TORTURES OF NOW, HURRICANE TO THE WORLD, MANIFESTO#ANTHOLOGY OF PEACE, MASASI ACHINOZ (CHINOTIMBA JOKES), A CASE OF LOVE AND HATE. His works  to date appear both locally and internationally in over twenty publications; anthologies, blogs, several online magazines and journals, included. He has also co-authored and co-edited some books and anthologies in the industry. He has prefaced several anthologies and books as well. He is a founder and patron of International Writers Association (IWA), formerly Young Writers Club – which helps to nurture and publish young and upcoming Writers. He is a citizen of the World, comes from the East and lives in Zimbabwe.  His upcoming book M’CBETH AND I, is due availability on market on 14 February (Valentine Day)- lovers and prospects  are encouraged to grab own copies to present as recent gift of Valentine.

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