IN HER THOUGHTS

📸photographers_worldwide I lay here deep in my thoughts, one thought clings at the edge of my mind and I just can't seem to shush it away; Delve in deeper it called, it seemed too vivid as I stepped in what seemed like a brain bingo game; The winning word was DEJAVU , I shouted with much enthusiasm BINGO; Now I had won, it was time to dissect and explore; Suddenly it fed into a monologue... Left Brain: It's crazy how we are unique in our similarity. Some are poor, some are rich. Right Brain: Some are realist, some are creative. Both: Surrounded by things that make us better and things that make us hurt. A moment of bliss when all come to sync  (fading voice) A rare moment we yearn...  Heart and head, logic and emotions, love and hate. You can't control how people receive your energy. Just because you're breaking your back, cracking your head or pouring your heart; you can't control how people receive your energy. Of course, you will

Hey everyone! Let’s dive in, social can be a bitter pill to swallow. A mirage, a confession box, a tool for change or business. Basically, you can do with it whatever you please. And that, when the problem comes, gives people too much they abuse the narrative. A few bad apples, let’s call them the trolls. Apart from all things, I learnt a lot from social media. I see it as a mirror. Social media has helped me find my true self. I learn about myself, find my voice which has stand out in my writing and create my story. Which has helped me progress and inspire despite my weaknesses. Social media is giving everyone a voice. And through the shared voices that we become louder for the world to hear. This is such an eye opener, I remember when COVID 19 hit and everyone was indoors. You would hear people are losing their jobs, but it hots different when you actually see a post of someone who does. You get to see what people are going through. Ubuntu & Solidarity Belonging is a huge part fo

She called my name out, I give up; Tears flooded in her eyes; They say eyes can't lie, the pain and sorrow pierced at the edge of her eyes; Out of them, tears of regret, pain, and questions; Why me? She asked all she wanted is to give her son the life she never had; The serpent had deceived her to eat the apple of trust; She roared lies and deception, words of betrayal beautifully crafted for destruction. It's always the ones close to you that walks you to your grave; They prepare your death-bed, shade crocodile tears - happy riddance tears and pretend sad - while their hearts itch with joy ; They thrive on pain, their thirst runs deep; Torn apart, at the edge of life and death; She was ready to let go into the dark swirling hole; She was ready to throw the towel in; She called out my name, I give up she said; The tremble in her voice was a sombre beat of helplessness; Sadness overwhelmed her soul. Only if I knew, only if I had texted her more; only if I had told her often I l

Her dark melanin skin like dawn; Full of potential and hope; Only if she dares to dream; The end of a beginning; Taste of dust; Your power lies in the wild; Endowed; fruits gradually acquired; A green lustre; Lift your head high; Shine!

I like you enough as a friend but not enough to commit; My words are enough, my actions are skewed; Only if I get you to stay here, I can feed you with words enough to make you stay; Consistency doesn't mean I have to be there for you but I drop by enough to keep you hooked; Ask me any questions but don't question my commitment; What matters is I'm here right. I give you the power to create so I don't have to explain myself if I can't stay; Assumptions clear than words uttered; 'You know I like you' and 'I like you' remain blurred; Paint your own reality.

A place we call home, a place one misses and appreciates. At times a place that can kill a dream and hope. This is a place where it all happens, young adults breed in their comfort zones and live on “existing to survive” mantra.  The young and the restless calls it G hetto and it's one of the places where all levels of confidence reside because everyone claims to be a Wise . The general belief is people from the streets live on an everyday reality  'to see things getting worse for many and better for a few. ' Choices and the company you keep determine your tomorrow and many always tell a tale of regret wishing if they could have done things differently. The spirit of stagnation seeps through the dusty streets. A kid with a dream today but life hardships and responsibilities can easily knock his off course. For those who blame life for being unfair, terrorize the drains and get high on alcohol and drugs to drown their sorrows away. Standard color for lads’ lips is b

According to the World Health Organisation, Coronavirus (COVID-19) is an infectious disease caused by a newly discovered Coronavirus. It spreads primarily through droplets of saliva or discharge from the nose when an infected person coughs or sneezes, so it's important that you also practice respiratory etiquette (for example, by coughing into a flexed elbow). Approximately 1.3 million lives were affected and 70000 died from coronavirus. Nothing on earth is moving or trending except the virus. One of its kind, deadly and proving difficult to be unstoppable.  The continuation of the COVID-19 is exerting economic and market pressures globally, and the sources of the economic pressures including currency depreciation, liquidity tightening and also volatile stock markets amongst others. Taking a look at the Zimbabwean situation the informal sector is the one that’s most people are employed in and with the lockdown, it means that all the people and clients living on hand to mo

Falling deeper and deeper into myself. With only a few keys on the keyboard to embrace my sorrow. To soothe my pain and wipe away these tears. At least they listen. Oh well, I would like to think so. I hope you don't walk out on me as well, for you have become my confession box. You know a little too much, my vulnerable parts and all this pain that keep me captive. So No! You are not going anywhere, You are stuck with this dark soul So turn up your brightest,  reduce your volume because I need all of your attention I need your emojis to hide this sadness. I need your games to escape this constant  knife that is piercing through my flesh I need You, I really you, My temporary escape. If I haven't told you yet in our countless words penned I appreciate you. I guess if you could talk back you would tell me to open up. But that's my biggest fear, what if you judge me? What if you walk away like they did? What if you turn deaf on me? The thought

We spend most of our time working to keep food on the table, learning new skills or on our phones. Now amidst of this world chaos and pandemic we would think we are more connected than ever before, yet we feel more isolated. We live under the same roof and even reconnect with old friends, family members or colleagues, yet we feel like we have fewer intimate connections that generations before us. Surrounded but alone! If Corona has taught us anything, it’s that we have all been pushed to realize that we are surrounded by familiar strangers. Strangers who carry the same last name as ours but we don’t have any valuable connection with them. We are just lonely souls drifting within the same four walls. You can hear them breathing slowly, frantic typing on mobile phones, flash capture of selfies and music blasting but yet you can't feel their presence. Literally we are just roommates cohabitating in the same house. Why do we feel alone? You crave closeness I hope

When the waves of social injustice hit, the weak feel the force more. An unstable home ,the kids suffer, an argument in a house, the kids suffer and deadbeat fathers coming and going as they Please, the kids feel the consequences. Divorce, depression, instability and premature decisions. All seeds of bad parenting it is the kids the feel the hear. In light of unprecedented Covid-19 all issues brushed aside reckon to be addressed.  And I say, Let's normalize apologizing to our Kids! I have come to a conclusion that 21st century parenting is more or less history repeating itself. We just replaying what we know best or rather what we were exposed to. Progress communication! What is that? It's foreign! We are more of an iron fist parenting, 'It's my way or no way' . Kids are suffering injustices, guilt aches on your chest but your mouth tells a different story. Sorry is a word that has taken the last character on our vocabulary. Even when we are wrong we choose

A story, of immense beauty in the way her cheeks blush, Blushing rouged red, of smiles and happiness that flow in the lines on her cheeks, Perky and chubby, a trace of her love A journey to the core of her heart, From them, a shining glow of all the goodness poures into her soul, Her melanin resembles how true and original her joy flashes through her cheeks, They tell a story of a long lost love found within her, Scarlet smiles in between sips of life, Delightful side represents the light in her heart, It is in the circles that form on her forehead, the freckles of love in her heart that shines the brightest, Words of affirmation Words of love Words of encouragement Fuel to her fire, it's all in the lines that form on her Cheeks!

The ultimate excuse has always been  I don't have time . Whether it's time to spend with your loved ones, time to pursue your dreams, time to process things and put them into perspective. Time to explore and take risks. Well! You have plenty of time now! Depressing it may seem but this #21DaysLockDown is a blessing in disguise. That's depending on how you use it! Here are some toxic traits and situationships you should work yourself out of in the next 21 days: 'Secure the bag' Secure means fixed or fastened so as not to give away, become loose, or be lost. The whole point of having money to use, give and invest, right? Life is too short and money ain't gonna buy you more time. You are the bag you should invest in your talents,  learn new skills, ask for advice and find a mentor. That way you are equipped to have your money work for you than secure the little you have. Cultivate the zeal to grow and break out of your comfort zones. Stop looking f

Once upon a time, she was born.  Tiny hands, perky cheeks, full with a glow of hope. Ambition in the firm grip of her fist. This is no folklore, gather around! But if you are expecting yet another no close to reality story, kindly Exit. Or looking for a story for gags kindly hit EXIT. Or looking for entertainment follow your uncles to the Left, to the Left. Yeah, I'm using first-person because I stand as a voice for women. I own every word, unadulterated and unapologetically. Pretty big shoes to fill but my ambition and voice are just enough. I gotta practice what I preach right! So imagine me! Curly hair, an afro crown I have earned.  With a firm fist shot in the sky. A belly full of words. A vision of what women can become. I might tremble at my first word Quiver when I stand Discouraged at my first effort But guess what? Each step harness the power from within Practice makes perfect. So who are you to judge!? Hear me! Listen care

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

Going into the working environment is exciting and intriguing. The first time I was initiated into the club I had beaming hopes of how I was going to conquer the world. In my mind I thought what could really go wrong, it is just waking up and working right? But a thrilling horror awaited me, I realized that passing school, landing a job and being punctual to work was not going to cut it for me to last a day. Just like driving a car, the most dangerous thing to look out for is other drivers surrounding you. Meaning no matter how good of a driver you are, if you don't look out for those around you, you are good as dead. The same applies to the corporate world, you have to face whatever that is thrown at you. From different toxic characters or workmates, being taken advantage of, own self-destruction or other unexpected challenges are thrown at you daily. Well, I have had my fair share and it's highly likely I will keep on having fist wars until I'm five foot under. A

Every moment in this beautiful life we live feels like crunch time and we are constantly bound to make decisions that will bind us for the rest of our lives. I told myself that for every moment I am going to make a decision I am going to accept the outcome either good or bad. Life is never the same every minute, it has got its ups and downs so I told myself I am going to live it the best way I can. I have been faced with challenging situations that at some point in time I wasn't bold enough to even think of a future. I thought I had lost it but then I told myself the promise upon my life was made already I am going to pull through. It feels awkward at times to speak positively upon a bad situation but the thing is what you tell yourself is what you believe in and that is good enough to make tables turn for the greater good.  Life from my own point of view can be a tale of tells. When I found myself crying, I told myself worries are not going to last for lon

There is one thing I fear, not seeing things for what they are. I would rather see things plainly, picture souls rather than clothes. Somethings look better in black & white. Wait... No! Everything looks good in black & white. Black and white shapes truth, like words, shape characters. It paints dreams and real truth. Seeds of what is & what isn't. Everything balanced. Same color. Same tone. Where hate and racism are born blind. Arrogance for the color of the skin is silenced. Racism, Gender-based violence... has no place in black & white. Picture in black and white, all distractions are removed. It is a big contrast. Like how is it just dark. And then extreme light. There's no in-between. A mix of purity, integrity, and honor. Salt and pepper of colors it balances the taste.

📸iamprosperk It’s a force to express out loud and unapologetically The moment of contentment with self Where you say what you feel and think Being comfortable talking bout’ the unthinkable, and the forbidden A canvas of powerful scenic images, constructs of silenced stories and opinions One art at a time building a generation of wild, confident young minds Small steps it may seem but through open-mindedness, stories are molded A map that shows a trail of being comfortable in your own skin A thousand words of discouragement crafted for good, through art Staying true to self, telling your story in your own words, in its rawest form Being heard. Being seen. Being experienced…………… “Having a Voice.” Creative. Unique. Raw. And Loud The lyrics that shouts from the mountain top the ills around us The pictures that capture our deepest darkest moments The canvas that paints nature to remind us how important it is The cocktail of words filled with encourag