Ramblings about Pain on a Toilet Seat

Today I thought I would try something different… a different ‘creative’ environment if you must.

I’m in the toilet with my laptop on a stool (oh my, pun NOT intended) as I listen to Tinashe Makura’s ‘Love and Laughter’.
As comic as my position may seem; I’m not laughing. I have the worst case of food poisoning which sends me to the bathroom more often in an hour than I’d like to count.

 So, in light of the liquid condition of the contents of my guts (Euww that’s really crude Steph!)… I’ve made myself rather comfortable in the loo...

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Pain…at most it’s an indescribable gnawing nuisance. When my mum asks “ko chii ko nhai Hamu?” for the life of me I want to explain. To tell her I’m paralysed with pain. That I don’t want to move because sometimes I think the little bitch (pain and definitely NOT my mum) waits until there a sanctimonious nano-moment of relief and like a heartless ninja her dagger strikes again.
 I forget she’s been at this life game a whole lot longer than I have (My mum this time)... I forget that though I can only signal my feelings she not only feels it with me then…she’s felt it countless times before.
But it’s not easy is it?
To know that you are not the only victim of life…to know that  you have no excuse …that you can’t play the helpless damsel of distress because many have come before you felt this and even greater excruciations; overcome them and didn’t have the time to be arsed long enough to even to tell the tale. And I sit here on a toilet seat … thinking “hey it could be worse” and how comfortable it is in here.
 It’s a funny little thing this big thing named life. #TSKC

Losing My MC-ginity : Book Cafe (Open Mic)

Last night I had the pleasure of Playing hostess to the Book Cafe Stage and audience. This I noted was where the rawest of Zimbabwean talent lurked...and I do mean Raw ! Here are the highs and lows, faves and funnies of the night Videos and ALL! Enjoy :) Share and Comment! ..x.x 

It was a bit of a erm... shaky start but thank GOD! the crowd was a friendly one !

Dimiti & The Scarecrow ROCKED the stage with some Rock...BaShupi couldn't help himself he had to join in and represent the Roots with eh ehe somewhere there! My inner coconut presented itself as I acted a foool! \m/ Definitely one of my most Favourite Performances!

Discord or Iscord (appearantly the D is silent as in Django unchained?! *shrug*) and the songbird Pauline from Mafriq killed it ...they set a high standard for the aspiring artists to follow, with some words of encouragement in tow. I found the reference to abuse in Discord's ad-lib rather...intriguing hmmm... either way its great there was more instrument than CD in this performance. It came up tops for me!

While MCing at the #TheBookCafe's #OpenMic,I got to perform a piece of my Poetry for the first time! It was dead Scary but some guys liked it...something about my number or ''yes baby i'm listening'' LOL. What do you think? Leave your comments below and please do share! #TSKC

Fire...

Listen to FIRE here..

Pen to recycled paper under the shadowy candlelight

I think of things I would rather do in the wax scented air, you and me body to body

I’d rather be on top in control of every stroke as we rock

For you I will surrender my independence

Lower myself to your peasant when you starve me of the good taste,

That loving you bring me

Your sex is on fire undoubtedly,

My heart nearly expires at the slightest caress of your fingers

You know where…

That paradise of explosion you know so well as you charter me there first class

Erotic eruptions, don’t change the linen, your essence rouses my loins

Back arched, I become a contortionist for you, reaching for the ceiling

Voices hoarse

The walls ringing with panted echoes of our names

Seeing the very galaxies from a view so high then a drop so sharp

I choke back tears I’ve lost all fears

The bed, cold floor and dirty bathroom is our sanctuary

Swapping much more than just bodily fluids

Let a part of you grow within me

A bigger entity intertwined

Oh so spiritually

Legs wrapped, heart, mind, and soul combined out of control just on a roll

The insatiable hunger hits me like a fever…

Fire…

One look at me is beyond ecstatic, somersaults and acrobatics in my mind running through my nerves…the surface of my skin trembling…hearts resounding the same song as you slip off my thong

Murmuring sweetness…

I am NOT in love…

I am willingly completely sexually domesticated

Are you?

This is the Fire that resides in my desire for you.

Things that I wish I could say…

I look at the past and yearn for the present...thoughts of the past consume me. It’s not that I wish that it could be, once again it’s more like an imprint of you, interconnections laughs, smiles and pet names. Future plans of babies and migrations…Certainty of you, me, and us in one vicinity. I once thought that you were into me…so deep…deep enough to drown and resuscitate yourself but alas we were a sinking ship, doomed from the get go, the feelings lost flow when you let go of the us and let parts of you be with someone new. So where does that leave me? Licking my wounds, licking my fingers for comfort, flicking over any stray in my fortress. Walls, made high, strong,  a whole new moral high-ground made standard. Once … I was stranded but Ndabho… flashback memories fill the blanks as I get blinded by the light of my photographic memory, one day you’ll only be the past of me, my behind as I recollect minus the regret of the meetings and fleetingness of what was then a romance. You now know my thoughts and recollections One day I will forget your very impression...on me, I will forget what could have been. Only then I shall cease to care.