The Personal Musings of a Versatile Femme
So, guess what? Yours truly, the epitome of brilliance, decided to bless the world with a masterpiece in December. I wrote and published a book, and it's been sitting there on Amazon, gathering dust like a forgotten relic in an ancient tomb. I am here to remind you of your grave sin – your blatant …
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Ah, what a glorious day to wake up on the wrong side of the bed, as if I had a choice in the matter. I can't quite put my finger on why I'm in such a lousy mood today, but let's just chalk it up to the universe playing a cosmic joke on me. Perhaps …
Well, well, well, folks. Today, I've got a little tale of corporate hilarity to share with you. You know, the kind that makes you scratch your head and wonder if we've somehow time-travelled back to the '60s when being "different" was frowned upon. So, I recently received an email from our dear HR department, and …
In mornings' hushed embrace I rise,Yet in that sleep's sweet reverie,Recollection strikes, my heart's demise,A pin cushion it becomes, you see. Your existence, a sentiment of old,Locked in memories, a fleeting dawn,Gone now, your warmth, a tale untold,In Hades' grip, my heart's withdrawn. Tears cascade like a river's crest,A wave of grief, my soul does …
I am not dead if that's what you were thinking. I know the entire year of 2022 I did not publish a single article. It could have been a hiatus of sorts but the truth is, this year has been pretty wild. Moving countries from Zambia to Zimbabwe, to Ethiopia, to Kenya then finally settling …
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Sometimes I wonder if suffering is my ultimate destiny. Every great moment in my life has a very little life span before shit hits the fan. I can never smile for long, laugh for a while, and enjoy anything without a dark cloud looming. I hate to start with a sob story about how my …
The best writer is one who knows how to relay information in the simplest form possible. You are a great writer when a ten year old can read your work and understand. I thought I was a fantastic writer well, I am an amazing writer in my own rights. Here is the thing, my writing …
It was the way he looked at me. I melted into a puddle of butter. Nothing else mattered when he held me close as our heartbeats coupled together in a quixotic melody of passion. He became yin to my yang, two bodies belonging to one soul. I yearned for him as an urgent need smoldered …
A nagging thought haunted me that night. I shouldn’t be here. Why am I here? The recent sequence of events made no sense. The compelling aura that drew me to Tawanda, that overpowering illogical thought process that evaded natural intuition and critical thinking. I failed to get over Miss. Rachel’s alpha personality and sexual innuendos. …
The Alex Mansion, that’s what we called it. A three-storey home nestled in thicket of trees, a rustic but contemporary home with large plate glass windows that allowed natural light to seep through and giving the house an airy ambience. It lacked character or any of the owner’s traits, just symmetrical interior with plain monochrome …
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