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Sitting at the balcony staring at my two favourite instruments playing music in my head and with the amazing view of my beautiful Zimbabwe it feels like heaven.  Hearing this you might think that music has some type of witchcraft because how can you feel this way and still be normal... As a mbira player I got to appreciate people like Chiwoniso Maraire( may her soul rest in peace) especially the song " Rebel woman" . She has been a big inspiration to me. When I play the mbira I feel more grounded and as a Dreadlock person I'm guessing you can see that the African culture is deep rooted in me. It isolates you from societal norms that can crack your head over and over again and connects to your inner self.  Knee deep in jazz we talk about the Legendary Oliver Mtukudzi who played the guitar like it was the missing bone to make him complete.  Let's just have a moment of silence as we remember him as today marks one year without our legend... Neria, my favourite song  of ...

                                           "WAGWAAN" When I'm walking in the streets of Harare I hear people calling out and praising me because of my hairstyle.             "Rastaaa bho here!"             "Rastaaa wagwaan"             "Rasta ndimi mune yese"  Hearing this as dramatic as I am I start feeling myself and my step changes and I tell myself well this hairstyle gives me so much respect. But I realised that the reason why I got dreadlocks and what having dreadlocks means to people is totally different.  Let's break it down shall we.  Dreadlocks is a hairstyle worn by warriors in Kenya. In the early days of Rasta Fari, Rasta who wore their hair in dread form  where brutalized by the police for no reason. This pushed many Rastas into the Bush so that they could l...

"When I saw you, I fell in love and you smiled because you knew."  This is the love that our dear mothers and fathers know. The love that surpasses all hatred and jealousy. They wrote letters letters to each other...It was like a fairy tale we all wish for now. Just taking this moment to imagine the words in a letter...focusing on lips maybe: "Sometimes when you part your lips slightly it makes me stop speaking , waiting in anticipation to see your lips move..." Do you see what im talking about? It was a love like no other, a love with meaning and everlasting.  But looking at my generation it feels like a battlefield.   "You say you love rain but you open your umbrella  You say you love the sun but you find a shadow spot  You say you love the wind but you close the window  This is why I am afraid when you say you love me too                       -William Shakespeare The moment someone says "I love...

Happy new year to all the bloggers out there. So I thought I should start with a dramatic topic to light up the 2020 mood. I know that everyone is busy writing their new years resolutions and thinking about making it the best but lets just take the time to think about fornication...something you don't normally include on that new years resolution list. Okay fornication is defined as sexual intercourse between people who are not married to each other and going deeper into the society we hear people talking about kissing, touching and all of that because that person is not your husband or wife and what he/ she has is not yours(physical terms).  Looking at this definition it makes you think about the relationships you had...I mean we are talking about trillion kisses, the thrill that comes when somebody holds you. Its irresistible.  I have two factors that lead to fornication or that made us the millennial feel its normal to kiss somebody or touch somebody as a sign ...