IN HER THOUGHTS

I have always told myself if it’s not from God or it's forced I don’t want it. There’s something about letting go and let the spirit lead you. Yes I’m going participate in the call to pray and fast for our nation, not because it’s being imposed but it's so far sensible and  decent decision that has been made since the genesis of this pandemic. Anyway that's besides the point, I would want to represent a brand that is a fusion of what I stand for, uplifts women and weave into my purpose. I love writing, so imagine Writing , being an ambassador of the Word and help women Become . Dreamy right! Well, for me it’s everything because it’s something that’s not beyond my reach. I can do it in my capacity, and where I am. Go to womanevolve.com you would understand. What is Woman Evolve About? “Now, more than ever, more women are shattering glass ceilings than once limited to their ability to dream, grow and change the world. No longer do women have to choose between family o

📸Lighthorse Photography  I always felt robbed of my voice growing up. By myself and circumstances surrounding me. It's been a journey, and it's my map of becoming HER! Embracing our voice is trendy right now, OWN IT they say, but also that we don't know exactly how to do to. What do I mean? It took me my whole childhood and the most part of my adulthood trying to retain positivity, self-love and mental growth. And it's still a work in progress. If you been with me through my blogging journey every article has a piece of me. Basically, if you really want to know what I'm really about, read my blogs. Munashe Irene Chakaonda is the name, I'm the HER, in In Her Thoughts. Writing has been part of me, or I could say it was easier to put everything on paper than speak up. Speaking up meant prolonged small talks. I'm an introvert to some, extrovert to my circle and on paper, but, I can safely say I'm an ambivert. My passion traceback to my childhood, where I li

It’s like a beautiful glare each time we cast our eyes their way, something to live for, something to appreciate. What on earth could be more delicate, special and precious than a gem? Undermined but yet full of potential. We appreciate the direction we are taking, the element of treating women as second citizens. It's fading away like the morning mist which diffuses into thinner air as the day lapses.  Now everything is put at par and much recognition is put to honor the good cause of equality. What else could we have asked for, all that they bring is joy and serenity? They have the power to incubate naturally and give life. So my oration then defines a woman as an epitome of care and love, soft and vulnerable but strong and vibrant. Today I would love to take this opportunity to appreciate the female version of humankind for they are the source of pride in all our lives. If you give a woman anything raw or half-done she will definitely make something worth appreciati

You knew it could burn but stretched arm's length for an embrace. You felt the heat inside out, Heart Burn! But, you still basked in its full blaze. You knew it was a trap wrapped in good aesthetics, A beautiful painting hung to sway you in. I gotta give it to you, you got a big heart, Enough to go around even where it's not wanted. So do you cry or scold yourself when the pain it's self-inflicted? How do you tell your story? Do you complain? Do you ask for help? It feels like you are stuck between a rock and a hard place. 'You got yourself into this.' 'You got yourself into this.' Runs an emotional race at the back of your mind. Now, these 7 words make you feel ashamed & not worthy crying out for help. You repeat it to yourself to put you to sleep. A lullaby self-composed, 'You got yourself into this.' "Always follow your instinct." Why didn't you follow your instinct? Ooh, yo

Nobody knows the dreams,  The hopes she had for her future Whether she wanted to travel the world or Become the next Maya Angelou Whether she wanted to change lives,  Save lives or even live a simple life Nobody knows the plans, At 18 her notepad should have been full of plans Maybe a 10 page long to do list at her disposal From cleaning  her room to simple errands  It was her choice to tick each at her own pace But now all the images painted in her memory are filled with pain and agony. All they know is she went to the post office and didn't get out alive. All they know now is man are trash. All they know is the beast has been doing it for years. But nobody knows the pain, Of her pinned on the same exact spot Minutes that felt like eternity HER clinging to her sanity Holding back panicked breaths. Nobody knows the final thoughts That ran through her mind Undressed, with a beast logged in her deepest depths  Trembling at the sound