Authentic, Humility, Thoughts

Artificial

Is it real, the reason why you and me and the world cannot mix? Are the things that pull us apart significant? Do they really hold water? The differences in colour and in dialect? Maybe I am a man, you are a woman; But does that mean we can have no conversation? The fact that… Continue reading Artificial

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Authentic, Dreams, Freedom, Hearing God, Hope, Thoughts

Rest

So recently my nation held elections; elections wrought with anxiety and hope, anxiety because many wondered must we really dare to hope? Dare to dream that elections could be the herald for a long yearned for future of peace, respect and reconciliation? Anxiety because memory so strongly cautioned in the folly of expecting an uneventful… Continue reading Rest

Authentic, Freedom, Hearing God, Humility, Prosperity, Thoughts

An inconvenient truth (2)

A couple of weeks have passed since I went to church with Lucy. In the weeks since, I have unfortunately been unable to attend church, but next week I will be home, in Gweru: and against the reputation I have managed to earn myself, I intend to be early. As I go back to youth… Continue reading An inconvenient truth (2)

Authentic, Dreams, Faith, Humility, Thoughts

An Inconvenient Truth

So I went to church last Sunday, having been invited by my now good friend who I will call Lucy. The day started of rather quietly, having woken up to still, chilly North Western weather and the sound of monkeys shuffling across the green canopy of indigenous and exotic trees that adorns the garden area… Continue reading An Inconvenient Truth

Authentic, Freedom, Hope, Humility, Thoughts

Reflections of a Saved Man

Where would I be, had the love of God not found my soul? Who would I be, had I not encountered an everlasting mercy? What would I be living for, had I not discovered the freedom that is in His love? In the collision between the hurt and the healer; my broken heart and his… Continue reading Reflections of a Saved Man

Authentic, Dreams, Loved, Sex, Thoughts

Happy Valentine’s Day

believed in the beauty of what a relationship could be (I still do) and I held on to a conception of blissful companionship in the arms of a woman who would be to my heart. The thought of how it would feel to hold in my arms someone with whom I could completely be me---and have my "us against the world love story" would at the same time be an equivocating giver of strength and sorrow....