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

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…

Citizens of Hell

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 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…

Cultural Patriarchy in Zimbabwe. The Boil on My Butt.  

  Boy, this discussion gets me all the way heated up! Its rampancy in this little teapot shaped country of mine and spread out like trampoline sheath, makes me seethe.  Growing up in a culture that thrives on the primary power of male dominance is daunting. I have always felt that something was really flawed…

The Safe Return of Rogue Star from Incognito

It has been the longest three months this year, while this blog acquired an astonishing amount of spider webs and became tumble weed central. I cannot recall the number of times I told myself I needed to post something to keep this site alive, but life came at me like an angry bird on a…

A Chapter That Never Made It

Beginning of this year, someone approached me to ghost write for them about politics and Christianity. I thought this was an exciting and broad topic. I had a certain tone and direction to go with, in my head I was already tripping on words, philosophies, theories and ideologies. I mean this was going to be…

Would You Walk A Mile In My Shoes?

It was the summer of 2017, one heavily eight month pregnant woman meandered through a vendor stricken pavement. Its me. The pregnant woman. It was one heck of a hot summer, spotted was a heavily carrying grasshopper wobbling among little pyramids of vegetables arranged with architectural precision. It looked like an obstruction race course, perfect…

The Dawn Of The Zombie Apocalypse

I might have a morbid obsession with zombies, seeing this is not the first time we have discussed zombies on this blog, retro The Undead This has nothing to do with my extreme and irrational fear of the zombie apocalypse. I feel my intuition can guide and wake us up from this nonchalant conduct towards…