The Diary of a Weeping Widow 2

Previously on┬áThe 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... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

5 Hacks to Survive in Zimbabwe

It has come to radical measures of survival in this bucolic little teapot shaped country. Seeing that our country has become a desolate three-ring circus of stiff living conditions due to political and economical instability doubled with decades of pillaging. Life is edging towards abject pauperism. Being a Zimbabwean is like surviving in the Gaza... Continue Reading →

WBC Day 3| E.D or a Packet 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... Continue Reading →

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 burn the esophagus on its... 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 →

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... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

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