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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…
makaitahrogue.com is Here!
Hey guys! So I had not made an official announcement but Makaitah Rogue finally has her own domain! Its been two months now and I have been blogging from there but my followers on here have no idea. So guys, please follow me on makaitahrogue.com ! You know me, I will definitely follow you back!…
Prisoner of My Own Heart
A mangled heart with a chaotic rhythm, It is a black hole Cracks on the surface blood seeps out from the artriole Rescue me from this incarceration, parole I cant breathe like a goldfish out of its bowl A dark aura that comes out at night like a troll Relentless pain but I can not…
The Plague of Internet Trolls
The internet has architected a global hamlet through social media platforms. We are right on the pinnacle of digitalisation and what a time to be alive! The world is at our fingertips, an infinite kaleidoscope of information, intertwined in a cyberspace of different social structures and communities. One click and we are in a virtual…
The Passion of Christ. Angels Vs Demons.
A continuation from 24 Hours of Reckoning Lost in time spectrum, Ragael abducted the fruit of Perdition in a bid to find favour in the eyes of the ominiscent. Satan plunged into a fit of fury saoking with intense anger outpouring in hysterical yelling. “Bring Ragael to my lair!” He screamed at the satanic horde…
Summoning The Ancestors of Zimbabwe
The drummer pounded on the taut sheet of cow hide, a troglodyte drumming a continuous rythym that beckons the fore fathers of the land. A solitudanarian whose only company are the echoes from the hollow cylinder as the reverberations harmonized with the swishing sounds of tree branches. On a hill top, the drummer stood before…
