Showing posts with label Zimbabwe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Zimbabwe. Show all posts

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Coitus Interruptus Zimbabwe Style (I Ain't Lion)


Forget Romeo and Juliet and picture this:  Kariba, Zimbabwe- resort town on the northwestern end of Lake Kariba in the Marshonaland West province.  It’s the center of tourist industry for the Lake Kariba region with two casinos and several restaurants.  This is where you live, you’ve been working all day at the local market, and can’t wait to get off so you can see your man and get off.  You have a bit of the home-brewed mahewu, some Mukumbi, or if your customers were truly making the year round heat unbearable, some doroluthwala.  The embers of your passions are sparked in a way you can’t control, and when said fisherman/boyfriend comes a-calling, y’all retreat to your favorite love nest in the secluded, bushy area near town.  You’re making your own amateur porn without the camera, when suddenly you hear a lion roar, and you become an episode of “When Animals Attack”. And it all gets hella real all of a sudden. 

It sounds like a ngano (fictional folklore) told through the ages, but no, unfortunately, it was the reality for Sharai Mawera.  Ms. Thang had an itch that only her man could scratch like he had done many times in the past, and they met in the quiet, hidden heat of the African bush.  Only this time, a rogue and obviously riled up lion, made himself the ménage of this a trois, and the “household of three” quickly became dinner for one. 

The fisherman boyfriend, who has remained nameless though he arrived at the police station and told the full story of the incident, managed to get away while the lion mauled the unfortunate Ms. Mawera, also known- for some bush reason that I don’t understand- as Mai Desire.  I do understand that the human fight or flight instinct kicks in, but damn yo, you left a bitch like that?  He was naked and unarmed, so I guess his only option was to outrun her, but it just sounds so cold.  It’s probably safe to say that Mustafa’s attack probably destroyed the boyfriend’s desire for outdoor sex, but even if it didn’t, 5 would get me 10 if I bet that no women in the town will ever again listen to his call of the wild to bang in the bushes.  As though it wasn’t enough that he lost his lady in such a horrid fashion, he walked naked-but for a condom- (yay, Africa) out onto the main road for help and no one would stop for a while because of the aforementioned fact.  That alone makes me makes me wonder what the hell goes on in the bush of Kariba which makes looking at naked people running in the road seem normal enough that folks don’t stop their cars and immediately question what the deuce they are seeing.  Is Zimbabwe Africa’s Florida?  "I’d like to stop and help you, but I don’t wanna get my face chewed off …"

The rangers shot at the lion, but he got away.  In their search, though, they found an arm and remains of a second corpse which they think is a man the lion attacked and ate last week- hence his not completely devouring Ms. Mawera.  People around the area of Kariba are being warned through flyers and common damn sense, “beer drinkers to avoid moving at night on foot”.  


Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Disgusting + Hilarious= Sex with an Ass (And no, it’s not a excerpt from my journal)

Sometimes when you read a blog, it feels as though the blogger has reached into your mind and expertly braided words that you know (but wouldn’t think to pair together) into a perfectly beautiful plait that flows down the back of lyrical hilarity. That being said, when I first read about the following story in the Huffington Post, I had planned to write a blog myself. Then I saw what Michael K over at dlisted.com had to say and knew I couldn’t surpass this catty, debauched cyber front/clock/call-out (minus the Brenda Song/Trace Cyrus comment because I’m not sure who they are). Read on and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did:

Ass Sex: You're Doing It Wrong

Some things you just can't find in a Lonely Planet travel guide. Here's one of those things: In the Zimbabwe town of Zvishavane exists the wrong stuff that when snorted or smoked causes your brain to seep out the kind of fuckery-coated hallucinations that not even Alan Ball could dream up. That is one of my only explanations for why this happened.

The Sun (of course) reports that a 28-year-old nasty ass fucker named Sunday Moyo (quick side whisper: that's a really good drag name) was arrested on Monday in Zvishavane after he was caught doing a donkey the way no bitch should do a donkey without getting permission from said donkey first. The police found Sunday performing a sex act on the donkey who was lying on the floor while tied to a tree. Earth to PETA, stop photographing F-list titties and get on this. Shit.

Sunday was charged with bestiality and the court ordered him to undergo a psychiatric evaluation. Why must his head be analyzed by mental health professionals, you ask? Well, first of all, he raped a donkey. Second of all, the power of crazy was with him in full force when he told the court the reason for why he fucked a donkey:

"Your worship, I only came to know that I was being intimate with a donkey when I got arrested.

I had hired a prostitute and paid US$20 for the service at Down Town nightclub, and I don't know how she then became a donkey. I think I am also a donkey. I do not know what happened when I left the bar, but I am seriously in love with the donkey."

Why do I have a feeling that this same speech came out of Brenda Song's mouth when her mother asked her why she was marrying Trace Cyrus?

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