The Dark Mistress (Finale)

The cramps began to topple each other and each spasm more intense than the last. Lying on her side, Melissa squeezed the steel lamp-stand and until her knuckles were white. Her face contorted in a grotesque expression of pain, a blood-curdling scream escaped from her throat. The baby wriggled in the birth canal unaware of…

The Dark Mistress 7

Nerudo stuck in a purgatory of perpetual agony watched Sasha wear him like a puppet. He was in a never ending loop of sleep paralysis, with no control of his body or actions. He screamed in his mind shocked by the words that came out of his mouth designed by his ventriloquist, Sasha. He really…

The Dark Mistress 6

Tererai did not sleep all night as she prayed fervently for her daughter. The nightmare of Melissa being stabbed to death rattled her enough to crank up her hypertension. A horrible deja vu, she closed her eyes and whispered, “Oh Edmund my son, I will do it right this time.” At 4:15 am she decided…

The Dark Mistress 5

Amos and FJ lounged at their usual nook of the bar. “That Sasha girl got our boy wrapped around her little finger, where is he?” Amos inquired with a hint of annoyance. “She has him acting out of character, I don’t even know him anymore” FJ spoke with a sneer. “He hardly comes to work…

The Dark Mistress 4

Melissa stormed into NMFJ premises seething with anger, she had no time to greet Nerudo’s secretary, a stout lady in her 50s. It was her idea to get an older woman as his secretary. She burst into Nerudo’s office and there he was, sprawled on a luxurious Courtney couch watching the 160inch flat screen on…

The Dark Mistress 3

Farai Jongwe, commonly know as FJ by friends and family was a dashing and adventurous 39 year old with a casanova complex. Never been married, 7 baby mamas and 9 kids. An expert in the art of seducing women into his bed. A nyphomaniac with an excessive and uncontrollable sexual desire for women. He met…

I Think My House Is Haunted

I have watched an insane amount of horror movies in my life to nurture a mild phobia of encountering paranormal manifestions. So, we moved into a new house and my paranoia was buzzing. A cute Scandinavian style cottage hidden in a thicket of trees was going to be our home. I loved it but the…

The Dark Mistress 2

Sasha bit her lower lip and winced in pain. Sekuru Gutu sunk the razor blade on the nape of her head, making two parallel incisions with the steady hands of a surgeon. His assistant, a young cross-eyed lanky boy with snake skin around his neck handed sekuru a small bottle of ointment. He smeared it…

The Dark Mistress 1

Nerudo rubbed his temples slowly losing his patience. ” So you just used me innit?” Sasha hissed while drumming her fingers on the dashboard of Nerudo’s Ford Ranger. “Babe, I need you to listen. My wife found out about us and all I am asking for, is to lay low until things cool down”. This…

Corporal Punishment: Violation of Children’s Rights

Tackling a controversial topic such as this one is brave of me since corporal punishment is a widely spread normative practice in Africa, precisely in my country Zimbabwe. Polemic in my writings and nonchalant to backlash is what makes great writers. I have never agreed with corporal punishment and I feel it is a damaging…

Modern Lobola Aestheticism

The sun emerged from the jagged hill tops, washing the acreage of pasture land with a golden fluorescence. Topless maidens make a beeline following a path to a cluster of mud huts, while balancing clay pots of water on their heads with graceful equipoise. Their waists sway in balletic rythm and fluid elegance. Arriving at…

Rogue 2020

Hey you, it is I, Makaitah Rogue your favorite blogger here to fill your meagre purses with the usual sarcastic impudence and literary prowess. I know you missed me but I saw it fit to take a break in the month of December 2019, as I indulged in regrettable profligacy and wasteful extravagance. I thereby…

The Predominant Rape Culture In Zimbabwe

There is a blog I wrote about how I am not a feminist but a humanist (totally off the grid). I wasn’t fully aware of the principles of feminism and how the odyssey of this movement has awarded women a lot of privileges that we currently enjoy. It is the most stupid thing to say…

The Culture of Whoredom Re-Up: PODCAST

o, my podcast is back and thriving! If you were not in the know, yours truly has a podcast, The Culture of Whoredom: launched in August this year. Upon realization that the episodes were piss poor and subpar, I deactivated the whole thing. I don’t do mediocre, period. My ears bled by just listening to…

A Day With Makaitah

I was thinking about today’s blog post, so I decided to live blog about my Monday and here we are. Today I was late for work ( I hope my boss doesn’t bump into this ) and I knew I had set precedence for a really bad day. First of all, while I was trying…

Ercan Airport Immigration Officers Have Gone Mad!

The Ercan airport is well known for its friendly atmosphere and easy going immigration officers. It is such a homely place that embraces visitors with impeccable warm hospitality. The Ercan airport is a true mirror of the peaceful but stunning island of Cyprus with a rich cultural heritage. It is a democratic republic with a…

Be Rogue

The thirties have given me a gift, a morsel of philanthropy that has made life exciting and unexpectedly a breeze. In true altruism I will share this philosophy on a rogue approach to life that transcends to genuine happiness. We spend most of our lives fighting ourselves, fighting who we are because humanity set behavioral…

Stop Chasing A Nut

Lets talk about sex, woo its about to get hot in here because I am going in UNCENSORED. If you missed it, that was a disclaimer. Sex is part of human nature that has been stigmatized by a lot of factors, such as threat of diseases/violence, religion, misogyny, unwanted pregnancies and societal strain. A big chunk…

Medusa

The acrimony of the Gorgon Medusa A  mythology, the triangle of Bermuda The fury of the wind and swiftness of lightning , save us Saint Lucia The gods can’t hear our cries, ears deadened even of Bhuda To continue reading, click here

The Dusk of My Sekuru

 Augustine Patrick Ndoro – 28 August 1934 – 5 September 2019 The tragedy of preparedness is an illusion and sophistry that effaces itself when reality kicks in. Sekuru Ndoro’s impending death gave a false sense of closure for everyone that loved him. We hung on hope for more days with him, despite the fact that…