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…

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…