IN HER THOUGHTS

I'm going to start by thanking nkocykay for nominating me for the Liebster Award, a lady with an arm of words and a fellow blogger. Girl you rock! Looking forward to discovering new blogs, so the rules go like this: • Thank the Blogger who nominated you. Vote of thanks to nkocykay. • Answer the 11 questions given to you. I'm looking forward to that, are you? • Nominate 11 Bloggers. I have a blogging family, 11 out of many talented writers. In no particular order. If I skip your don't block, I got you in my heart.  • Notify your nominees once you have uploaded your post What is your favorite book and why? My favourite book is the bible. I feel like it's that one book where most writers draw their inspiration from. So why drink only a bowl when I have access to the spring waters of life. "but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him shall never thirst; but the water that I will give him will become in him a well of water springing up to eternal life." Wh

Here’s to friendships forged! A community build on words, a canvas of true solidarity Creativity sparked, a journey of self-discovery & hidden potential Potential hidden in the depths of our anxiety, self doubt and blocks A glimpse that we’re one, different countries connected by words I hope you now know the power your words hold I hope you have shaken off doubts from the edge of your hem I hope your arms stretch to collaborations and new possibilities I hope you continue to challenge yourself from here till forever Lesson learnt, hold them, dear, the challenge ends but creating c ontinues…   Thank you Afrobloggers, for the new friends who are slowly becoming my blogging family, the laughs, facing issues that make our hearts ache, revisiting our goals and vision. Of course, the different voices and types of writing. Man this was good exposure to all the talented and creatives around Africa. Africa is creative, together we rise! P.S Don’t stop tagging me jus

How does time move so fast? It's day 20 already, another reminder that time waits for no man. A reminder that it's not about how much time you have but what you do with it?  About life changing event, and it was hard playing back the last 24 years soon to be 25. I thought of my first steps which I barely remember, first day at school, University where I tasted my first freedom, weddings, friendships and relationships. But they didn't quite hit the spot. What's worth achievements when you aren't good with self? Everything didn't matter, I was at war with myself. My father's death left with abandonment issues, his relatives disappearing as soon he was 10 feet under made it worse. A few dosage of failed relationships and life disappointments roared louder than my achievements.  My life changing event huh? It was a moment when I was the edge of life and death. Not literallly, calm down, inner thoughts and toxicity. I'm a thinker, not a sharer but words expla

My soul lifts up, slowly as the beat take controls of my body. Slowly, then quickly and then slowly again. Lost in the tunes, every time the tune plays it becomes fused in every bone of my bone, bloodstream, and state of mind. A reaction following suit to the beat…When music comes on it is a scene of weird gestures and sounds. Tap, clap, yell… Sway side to side resonating with the beat… OH YESS, WOOHOO… Even if the language is foreign or I don’t know the lyrics, music has a way to speak to us. Am I right? Music is more than just a beat and words, it is a part of life. It shares our sorrow, love, joy, confusion and any emotion you think about! Music is a slice of our daily heaven.  It is really fascinating how music comes together with our daily routines. A mystery I tend to uncover… Music speaks to our emotions, whether it is happiness, sadness, memories, pain, dreams, stories, challenges and victories. You can literally have a song for every mood.  An except from Music: A Conversation

It's cold outside, winter is here. It's time to bring out the beenie hats, scarfs, and winter boots. You can still slay according to any weather but how do you keep warm inside. I saw a post of someone saying it's getting cold outside and that triggered me. The thought of it sends shivers down my spine. How does one survive the fine-white veil? Some wait for a season but our inner self lives the longest mouthful winter awe. It got me thinking, how do people prepare to keep warm from the inside? Keep feelings pure and unclog hearts of all the hurt. Chase away bad monsters of anxiety and depression. With hearts like this - ice slides through her veins. How do you keep warm inside? Social media leaves behind a chilling bite, fueling anxiety blasting through our fears. Like chips of memories rising in the abys of COVID 19, to confront or be confronted? The demons from under the bed are out to play. Energetic from frozen popsicles. And we're there like a drained mother tryin

I'm the one to read, like or just scroll. I  came across a particular tweet that caught my attention with #ZimbabweansMustFall, it led to a series of tweets and apparently it was trending. I read all tweets with an open mind, and I have decided not to take sides. I'm pro-life, #blacklivesmatter, pro-African and pro-progressive thinking. No in between, I understand their frustration about jobs, it's the norm in every African society ( l stand to be corrected), living at the messy of others is no joke. And being deprived of a chance to is no less. Not saying it justifies taking lives. Don't exercise your right at the expense of others. Nationality, height or weight, same blood flow through our veins. Hating each other, back and forth tweets degrading each other only look bad on our part. African is now just a term they use to bundle us up, we longer connected. I'm not saying Zimbabweans should leave camp and head for the south, but then again how do you solve a proble

📸AfroBloggers  I couldn't find myself to post #HappyFathersDay2020, only did for work. You only celebrate what you know right? It was hard to come up with copy but thanks to Google. Experience is the best teacher, but what happens when it's foreign. My Dad died when I was two or a year and some months, I'm not sure the memory it's blurry. I have known the pain of never knowing how it feels like having a superhero. Not being able to save DAD in my contact list. Not getting scolded for staying out late, Or get the 'let's wait for father'. Special birthdays or someday walking me down the aisle. The Dadvice, the small statements like 'my dad taught ABC or DEF'.  I have known the pain of asking why my life is different. Asking God why it had to be my Dad? Why He couldn't keep him around longer to at least know a face to hold on to? I have known the pain of seeing my Mom taking the world worst thrown at her with grace. Kudos to her! Dad's relati