In Rogue’s Shadow – Part Two

Annabel grabbed at her skirts, walked out of the room and onto the terrace overlooking the grounds where party revelers were gathered. She rested both hands over the rail and directed her gaze towards the oval-shaped balloon decorated entrance where a young man she knew to be thirty-one years old was standing.

He had managed to command for himself the attention of everyone present, including the two white fluffy dogs whose breed she could not tell because of the ghastly fusha-coloured garments they had been to wear, obviously against their will.

In Rogue’s Shadow – Part One

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They called him Dexter. Just that. What else do you call a man known for his perfect splendor and insurmountable ambitious accolades except his given name? Dexter.

He never spoke of his father, and those who could did so in whispers. And for that they forgave him for having no last name. In fact, it was a gift born of the cruel circumstances surrounding his birth. Society owed it to him to expect no other name than the one he chose for himself. Dexter.

I’m Feeling Hazy

Truth is a cold hearted bitch

No matter the varying circumstances surrounding it

No matter the varying circumstances surrounding it

Its face remains a constant sore to the unaccepting naked eye

But what’s one to do when through perception

Your brain programs a lie into a truth

When reality is nothing but a manifestation of your imagination come to life

This is life they say

At one point or another

It will screw you over in the ass

With your eyes open wide, willy-nilly

This is my truth

I’d be damned if I’m lying to myself!

Explosion

They threw me to the wolves and left me for dead
I had only two options: eat or be eaten
I emerged a wolf and they retreated with dread
I drunk their poison and they sent me back to Eden

My hesitation is in no way a reflection of their ineptitude
Rather, it exposes my own frailties
For how can I return favor without rectitude
When I have never dined with deities

When falling is the price, gravity is the beacon
It is the fuel of  love’s implosion
A temptation to the connoisseur of reason
And I’ll be damned if I don’t surrender to this explosion

Review: Young, Famous & African – A Netflix Show

Drama, Love, Fame, More drama, Fashion, Lifestyle, Family, Friendship, Africanism, Class, Ego, More Drama

I posted this review on Facebook last week but somehow forgot to paste it here. But here goes nothing.

I had avoided giving a review of this Netflix show earlier to give people more time to watch around its time of premiere, but yoh, I got lots to say! There are spoilers coming so if you still haven’t watched the show, run! This is gonna be looong so buckle up mates!

Where do I start???

Women Empowerment and Religion

Against my will this morning, I came across a post that was shared by a certain Man of God, and in that post, he was reposting something that had been shared by a Reverend I consider to be quite misogynistic, even though he insists otherwise. I’m a Liberal, so it’s normal for me to find some of the things that Conservatives champion to be quite distasteful. But to each their own, because you know…Liberal. Here’s a screenshot showing part of that post:

That is just part of the post. Feel free to view the rest of the post on his page where he tries desperately to justify his points. Perhaps I should mention that I agreed with some of the sentiments. I just didn’t seem to agree with the basis upon which the sentiments were based! For instance, I agree that the boy child tends to be left out in some of the discourse about female empowerment. And when the man is included in such discourse, it is mostly to play the role of a villain rather than an ally. I myself have villainized men in many of my posts and comments on social media. But, I can explain.