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
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
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)
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
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
Who is she whose love is fierce Whose passion is undying And who has an unyielding prayer For me to succeed and do well? Who is she whose smile is dear to my soul Whose tears whilst they live on her face; In my heart awaken the flame of compassion? And whose pain so deeply… Continue reading Who is she?
Hi. I am back, after a tumultuous start to the year, and almost letting go of this viaion I have for this blog, I am back. Back with the quiet confidence of an athlete before a race: who breathes in and out slowly and reminds themselves that the arena is not where champions are made,… Continue reading Humility
I am because we are. To everyone who has made me smile Who has encouraged and comforted me Who has done me good im any sort of way, I thank you I wonder where I would be without you To everyone I call a friend, you are special to me And the vulnerability you allow… Continue reading I am Because We Are
So it has recently been bearing heavily on me that The Word of God is as important as the Bible says it is. Now that may sound crazy to say and admit: and maybe a better way to put it is I have a fresh revelation of just how paramount it is to speak life… Continue reading In the Beginning
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....