You Might Not Be Able To Blog For The Rest Of Your Life

This made a lot of sense really

MAKUPSY

I had a dream, a dream to blog about almost all the precious experiences I would go through in my lifetime. The dream was so vivid I saw it going from the year 2014 all through to the day I am no longer a part of this world. I lied to myself, it’s not possible for me and I accept it with open arms. I’ve been blogging for nearly 6 years now and I’m closing this chapter of my life soon. Let me share a few secrets with you…

Blogging MaKupsy1. Time Won’t Be Enough

I’ve been waking up at 3am to create content. It started because of the load shedding situation in Zimbabwe. I wouldn’t have electricity for the greater part of the day. I decided if I slept early I would wake up in the wee hours of the morning instead to do some cleaning, cooking and you…

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Drugs and The Pharmaceutical Industry

I find it really odd that civilization has become so dependent on man-made solutions to remedy what are aspects of life.

Why is some drug, and not dealing with the problem, the solution to things? A child is restless, there’s a pill. A child isn’t as active, there’s a pill. They don’t learn as quickly as others, there’s a pill. Someone is depressed, there’s a pill. They suffered some trauma, there’s a pill. They have trouble concentrating, you guessed it, there’s a pill. I bet you there’s a pill for what I’m doing right now.

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Dystopian Utopia

Some friends have had me writing short pieces, though I’s ashre them here too.


In a not too distant future , a few individuals born with a specific genetic marker begin exhibiting animalistic, primal tendencies. They start killing, for killing’s sake.

Years later, it is now a fight between those with the marker and those without. With scientists trying to find ways to suppress it, they have resorted to unethical means. Capturing subjects to experiment on, keeping them locked in a warehouses like animals.

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Fine Tooth Comb Chronicles #4: Put The Seat Down

I’m back with my comb once again. Today with something that’s been bugging me for the longest time.

I would like to know where exactly this… this… this… instruction? command? request? Whatever it is, I want to know where and when it started.

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