The Dairy of A Weeping Widow 2

Previously on The Diary of a Weeping Widow The melancholy that hung in the air was so thick you could almost slice it with a knife; ironically this is the exact sober ambiance that reverberated in the entire 22 years with this man. Gazing at his corpse I fought the urge to slam the casket door…

The Diary of a Weeping Widow

The shit thing about falling in love is the fact that you cannot use logic to determine emotional decisions. The heart is verbatim of mental nearsightedness. The vision of a heart approximates seeing through Venetian blinds. The second the heart pilots judgement and resolutions, you are fucked. Why must we lose all senses in the…

Emotional Niggas are More Attractive

Societal pressure is a plague that has raised apathetic creatures that are compelled to put on stoic exteriors, for the preservation of the virility of a real man. Machismo has robbed us of  emotionally intelligent men and created psychological defects due to emotional constipation. A lot of men suffer from depression because it goes against…

The Wistful Lady of Purgatory

The sinking feeling of a heart oscillating from side to side A shattering discord, a cracking heart, teary eyed Each piece a different note, chiming in a pensive sound the blood curdling howls of the hell hound To continue reading. click here

Mirror on the Wall

Smoke and mirrors Hold up a mirror to society A faint smile. Smoke screen There is a sobbing behind the screen To continue reading, click here    

Run Little Red Riding Hood! Run!

I have been thinking about the story of Little Red Riding Hood and it looks like I am edging towards dismembering a couple of folktales. Cinderella , Snow white , Rapunzel and all the other fantasy sadism. All the parabolic nuance is awesome, hey I have read outlandish theories and I must say even I was rattled. (It takes a lot to do…

Hades Breath

I could hear the twigs breaking behind me I fell face flat in the damp heath Scurried clumsily on my feet with fright I felt the ventricles pump blood into the atrium To continue reading, click here

Poor Customer Service Equals to Lunacy

This is a very important blog, you are welcome. Now lets talk about poor customer service that is unbelievably rampant in this country. The heart beat of any organisation is the quality of service that is offered to clients or customer. I have no recollection of a place that I actually received stellar customer care…

Put Your Phone Down For Second

Mobile internet is the death of real human interaction  and this is why I strongly believe that we are on the brink of the zombie apocalypse. Have you ever been in a room full of people but it feels empty because everyone is a slave of the virtual world (staring at their phones completely engrossed)?…

You Do Not Act or Look Like A Married Woman. Nigga Please.

I thought hell, here we go as I open this Pandora box that makes a lot of closed minded persons uncomfortable. What I am going to do, is close the box of regression by men who project their deficiencies on women. A society led by men has shaped most of us while I would thank…

The Kiss of Judas

A cold frigid peck of deception Unraveling a sequence of  dark inception  The heart speaks a different language, extrasensory perception A rhythm that chimes in with wistful retrospection Beautiful days drenched in laughter and innate affection The delightful recollections  a soulful reflection To continue  reading, Click here

The Black Panther is a Shit Movie

Someone had to say it, Black Panther is the most overrated movie in the film industry. I get it, everyone being pumped about the fist Marvel African superhero movie. The concept is certainly spine-tingling and expectations are undoubtedly high,until the first ten minutes of the movie, I felt like gorging my eyeballs out. Let me…

WBC Day 3| E.D or a Pack of Maputi?

I have written bizarre things before but this? This is bats in the belfry level, also I am feeling a bit unbalanced and it would quite seem to be the day to go a little schizo. As I was sitting on my slavery station enjoying a packet of maputi and making orgasmic sounds while chewing…

WBC Day 2| A Dog Named Coco

She is furry ball convulated with caramel mosaic A small pup, elfin but archaic Floppy ears, button nose, stumpy legs A dash of adorableness and a pinch of cuteness on deck Keri Russell, Jane Russell, Leon Russell none like Coco my Jack Russell To continue reading, click here

WBC Day 1| Feminazi Vs Feminist

You must be wondering what in the hell is WBC, ladies and gentleman it is the WINTER BLOGGING CHALLENGE 2019 brought to you by Afrobloggers. All blogging cadets across Africa have been challenged to blog every single day of the month of June! An imperial test in this blogging realm and I am ready for it…

Zimbabwe Screwed My Blog Schedule

Sorry to interrupt you regular schedule. Today there will be no Chapter 18 of the dark blog series FALLEN for reasons beyond my control. With that I am sorry to my readers who are following this series. A rant, stewing at the bottom of my belly threatening to erupt and burning the esophagus on its…

The Stolen Birthday Cake

May 17 a rogue queen was born A Friday night 2019 mayhem, Jerusalem thorn Fresh cream, strawberries, vanilla delight Hold on, blood sucking Malaria Parasite To continue reading, click here  

10 Crazy Motherhood Moments

Motherhood is cray, I am telling you it is the craziest thing to ever happen to a woman. How we remain sane in the midst of it all is a prodigy. There is no guideline to being a mother, human beings drop from your vagina and you just wing it. Sometimes you feel like you…

7 Reasons Not to Date a Momma’s Boy

A momma’s boy is thee worst person to date or get married to! I am saying this because I have had my fair share of those psychologically defected breed of men and trust me, you do not want to go there. Now, a lot of you might feel like your mommies are being attacked and…