Journals of a Plague 2

14 Milford CloseBelvedereHarare, Zimbabwe Wednesday 5 February, 2020 It has been over a month since my last entry. I felt I said all that needed to be said, this journal thing felt like a tedious task as opposed to the therapeutic effects. I know I am not making sense, but venting on a blank page... Continue Reading →

Journals of a Plague

14 Milford CloseBelvedereHarare, Zimbabwe Thursday 3 January, 2020 • First Entry My therapist proposed that I start writing in a journal about my thoughts and feelings. Here we are. This is awkward to say the very least, as I have never made an attempt to relay myself through writing. I don’t know where to begin.... Continue Reading →

The Dark Mistress (Finale)

The cramps began to topple each other and each spasm more intense than the last. Lying on her side, Melissa squeezed the steel lamp-stand and until her knuckles were white. Her face contorted in a grotesque expression of pain, a blood-curdling scream escaped from her throat. The baby wriggled in the birth canal unaware of... Continue Reading →

The Dark Mistress 7

Nerudo stuck in a purgatory of perpetual agony watched Sasha wear him like a puppet. He was in a never-ending loop of sleep paralysis, with no control of his body or actions. He screamed in his mind shocked by the words that came out of his mouth designed by his ventriloquist, Sasha. He really never... Continue Reading →

The Dark Mistress 6

Tererai did not sleep all night as she prayed fervently for her daughter. The nightmare of Melissa being stabbed to death rattled her enough to crank up her hypertension. A horrible deja vu, she closed her eyes and whispered, "Oh Edmund my son, I will do it right this time." At 4:15 am she decided... Continue Reading →

The Dark Mistress 5

Amos and FJ lounged at their usual nook of the bar. "That Sasha girl got our boy wrapped around her little finger, where is he?" Amos inquired with a hint of annoyance. "She has him acting out of character, I don't even know him anymore" FJ spoke with a sneer. "He hardly comes to work... Continue Reading →

The Dark Mistress 4

Melissa stormed into NMFJ premises seething with anger, she had no time to greet Nerudo's secretary, a stout lady in her 50s. It was her idea to get an older woman as his secretary. She burst into Nerudo's office and there he was, sprawled on a luxurious Courtney couch watching the 160inch flat screen on... Continue Reading →

The Dark Mistress 3

Farai Jongwe, commonly know as FJ by friends and family was a dashing and adventurous 39 year old with a casanova complex. Never been married, 7 baby mamas and 9 kids. An expert in the art of seducing women into his bed. A nyphomaniac with an excessive and uncontrollable sexual desire for women. He met... Continue Reading →

The Dark Mistress 2

Sasha bit her lower lip and winced in pain. Sekuru Gutu sunk the razor blade on the nape of her head, making two parallel incisions with the steady hands of a surgeon. His assistant, a young cross-eyed lanky boy with snake skin around his neck handed sekuru a small bottle of ointment. He smeared it... Continue Reading →

The Dark Mistress 1

Nerudo rubbed his temples slowly losing his patience. " So you just used me innit?" Sasha hissed while drumming her fingers on the dashboard of Nerudo's Ford Ranger. "Babe, I need you to listen. My wife found out about us and all I am asking for, is to lay low until things cool down". This... Continue Reading →

I Think My House Is Haunted

I have watched an insane amount of horror movies in my life to nurture a mild phobia of encountering paranormal manifestions. So, we moved into a new house and my paranoia was buzzing. A cute Scandinavian style cottage hidden in a thicket of trees was going to be our home. I loved it but the... Continue Reading →

Rogue On 2020

Hey you, it is I, Makaitah Rogue your favorite blogger here to fill your meagre purses with the usual sarcastic impudence and literary prowess. I know you missed me but I saw it fit to take a break in the month of December 2019, as I indulged in regrettable profligacy and wasteful extravagance. I thereby... Continue Reading →

The Culture of Whoredom Re-Up: PODCAST

So, my podcast is back and thriving! If you were not in the know, yours truly has a podcast, The Culture of Whoredom: launched in August this year. Upon realization that the episodes were piss poor and subpar, I deactivated the whole thing. I don’t do mediocre, period. My ears bled by just listening to... Continue Reading →

A Day With Makaitah

I was thinking about today's blog post, so I decided to live blog about my Monday and here we are. Today I was late for work ( I hope my boss doesn't bump into this ) and I knew I had set precedence for a really bad day. First of all, while I was trying... Continue Reading →

A Jolly Good Fellow

For he is a jolly good fellow A whimsical bearded companion Tall, dark and witty ally My munchkin handsome tally The molly wacker banana I love to eat an acreage of banana Ooops don't whistle to my nana We are a raunchy delirious duo A naughty harmonized duet Skipping along the boulevard of enchantment It's... Continue Reading →

Related but Not Family

I have been thinking about this a lot. Family falls in a socio-bracket of people who contribute to your mental, physical and emotional wellness. Does this mean that everyone who is related to you is really family? I don’t think so; relatives are a kindred people of genealogy that you are born in to. Friends... Continue Reading →

Fallen: Chapter 17

A continuation from Fallen: Chapter 16 Brael shook his head with vehemence that caught Gabriel's attention. The older angel smiled and tapped his shoulder with his angling staff, ' Brael, whatever that happens on the little blue orb will not shake the foundations of heaven" as an after thought, he added, " He will remain... Continue Reading →

The Cleansing – By Percy Jr

The two young souls huddled in a pile. Scared, wet, confused and shivering from the unforgiving winds of whistling through the reeds. The little young boy began to whimper, he wanted his mother, he wanted to go home. The older sister just pulled him tighter, trying to put on a brave face for the both... Continue Reading →

A Little Landlocked Country

A little landlocked country with no seaport Snuggled in, shaped like a teapot Anchored by ceasarism We huddle in the stormy weather of absolutism A harp strings a song filled with sobriety The wails of a nation is not a priority A dominating element of elitism Conjugated with stalinism and cynicism The iron fist of... Continue Reading →

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