In the blog The Shitty Teapot Shaped Country, I said Zimbabwe was melting rexin on Satan’s ass, boy was I out of range with that. This country is actually Satan’s ass crack, the sewer of hell. Stop gaping, I said what I said and today is not the day. While I like to maintain some…
The Lucid Dreams of Nostalgia
Sometimes I wonder about my nine month uterine life. The intimate cacoon of the placenta and the aquatic lifestyle in the warm amniotic fluids. The images and sensation of a tangerine aquarium with a musical accompaniment of a pulsating heart. A beautiful nine month purgatory that birthed a series of events mashed up together creating…
The Cold Clutch Of Death
Sunday morning, 12 February 2012 tasted like old moldy cheese laced with fungi that wreaked havoc in my stomach. Horrid. The onset of grief began at 8am with 16 missed calls from my little sister. I woke up in sleep reverie but mostly gripped by the aftermath of consuming copious amounts of colourless volatile flammable…
The Rise of the Roguestar
The name Rogue is unsettling, she looked at me with utter disdain. Who wants to masquerade as a dishonest or unprincipled person? Oh let the world know, here comes the Roguestar, badum tiss, with a fanfare of crooks and criminals. I was unpeturbed, I gazed at Makaitah and knew that the time had come, the…
What is Halloween to a Nigga Like Me? Please Remind Me.
Whoa, this is the longest blog title ever. So, I have been seeing a lot of hype about Halloween on social media from my American acquaintances. They have interesting themes, from some morbid scary costumes to the corniest almost laughable shit I have ever seen. It looks like a lot of fun to be…
The Shitty Teapot Shaped Country
I am feeling very roguish today so allow me to go on a tangent about how I am failing to cope financially in this country. Has your bank card ever been declined at a point of sale? So you stand there having a really awkward stare down with the cashier? While other customers standing in…
A Lone Bamboo; Chapter 2
A lone Bamboo Chapter 1: A Lone Bamboo; Chapter 1 Sister Albina knelt in a stark bare room only furnished with a single spring bed that hung oddly like a hammock. Above the bed a wooden crucifix dangled in an uncertain position; pendulum fashion. A sigh escaped from her lips, as she muttered Hail Marys…
