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As a Zimbabwean child I grew up being told that education is the key to success and we can't do anything without education. I felt like it wasn't necessary just because I didn't get the mathematics, the chemistry, the biology but with a sjambok(stick) I had to master that equation because I didn't want to see that stick again. I wanted to do music after my A Level because I was very passionate about it but my mother told me that I need to have a solid degree and do music after. She told me that we don't have that strong economy to do things such as sports and music. Contemplating on what she said I listened to my friends talk about goals and everybody wanted to score high points to go outside the country to get the best education and leave their mark to be called again for work outside the country. I got to understand that Africa is not like America. Yes you can be talented in different ways but for you to go far you need education. I understood that I n

Everyday Is A Blank Page write your own story. You might be stuck in the past but you have to move on. You can't keep on writing the past on a new page. It's time to let go.  You cannot stay in a corner regretting and hope that no one finds out about it and let life pass you by. It was wrong of you to do that but you can correct it with doing good things and living your life like its golden.  Don't take opinions and shove them up your heart and tell yourself that you are not worth anything. Everybody is entitled to their own opinion. Just focus on what makes you happy.  There is no time for doubts, low self esteem, shyness and fear  because its time for you to make history. It's time to show the world what you are worth and inspire millions.  Everyday Is A Blank Page Write your own story  Know your worth and seek  validation from no one because your are  God's creation. You are an African Child. A child of the soil.  Be you.

Welcome to season 2 lockdown It's so funny how emojis help us go through life and feel close to our loved ones. Tapping into the world of no emojis we used kkkkk and this annoys me to the bone because it feels so fake and not leaving the LOL. It didn't feel too real. I literally felt like a slay queen. Today I have time to share why I use a certain emoji. Let's get to it 😊 The blush face I normally use it to show my interest in talking to someone and I use it at the end of the sentence to keep the person I'm talking to engaged and feel special. Sometimes I use it when someone says something cute and it tickled my fancy. When I'm feeling like chucking bars, I use it to annoy my opponent...It works all the time. 😋 Yummy face. This one has two different meanings in my world. When you send food that looks so good, I use that emoji or when I post something I cooked and I feel good about it. On the other hand because of the introduction of this statement:

 Victory is sweet. I thank you freedom fighters for giving us the freedom to be ourselves...proud Africans. You fought whole heartedly following every strategy. We sang and rejoiced in our mother tongues. We believed that nothing will bring us down again: "Zimbabwe will never be a colony again" You gave women and children the platform to exercise their right to be who they are. It was indeed a dawn of a new era. We transitioned and grew some more. Look at Zimbabwe now, the home of the beautiful falls...Mosia-Tunya. We have Gwenyambirakadzis playing African sounds singing about our journey to the whole world. "Zimbabwe yakauya nehondo vakomana nehondoo" We dance culturally with no one chasing us with armery. We can be educated without limitations, we can go all the way to university level. We are proud Africans because of you and today we celebrate your victory. But I would want you to know that all that glitters is not gold. We are celeb

  "Thank you mama for the nine months you carried me through, all that pain and suffering..." Hey mama Growing up you taught me how to do the dishes, how to sweep the house, how to serve people in a respectable way although I hated it because it was a lot of work especially when he had a lot of visitors. The lovely part about how you raised me is that you didn't want me to be mannered so that I can be approachable but to make me feel good about myself because the feeling of having to cook a meal that can be swallowed without choking is something to feel good about. Thank you mama Not forgetting how strict you are when it comes to school work. I remember one time you hit me with a remote controller because I was failing to tackle this mathematical equation. You even wrote in your diary once, "strong monitoring on Nicole's studies." From that moment I took my studies seriously and asked you all the time when I doubted myself about a cert

Looking tired and looking forward to having an affair with my bed for at least 3 hours max to get back to my energetic myself, there she was smiling and glowing in her favourite colour yellow. At that moment I wanted to be my energetic self but I ended up saying, ‘Hey’ with a short lived smile. Without paying any attention to her introduction, her love for my hair gave me some sort of energy to have a conversation with her. And the black me started with a small talk conversation and the awkward silence was creeping and a part of me wanted her to say, ‘it was nice seeing you again’ , but I decided to know her a little because her dreadlocked hair made me want to know how she defined herself in the Rasta Farian World. I started with something simple, ‘What do you do’. The moment she said psychology, I wanted to be funny and ask her if she read minds but I thought that maybe she was tired of that joke. The way she opened up about not attending lectures because she felt like it was stupid