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The Black Sheep

In the body of a black sheep. In the midst of darkness, I only heard voices of rejection, mistrust, discouragement, disgrace. I write it down, and dare to say dear mother, dear father....I hate you with all my being. It was not always like this, I remember. I was a positive child, I loved to clean and draw pictures of my mother. I had the most amazing smile and my mother was proud to call me her daughter. Every birthday of mine was memorable. But it faded. Been the responsible child I saved money to buy chocolates and all the things my mother did not want to spoil me with. But it didn't seem that way with my mother because she thought I was getting money from boyfriends and she slapped me. The so called golden daughter days were over. Nothing I did was right. My Mother asked herself everyday what she did wrong and I felt like the unwanted child for the first time. I built a wall and told myself that I will never succumb to her regrets. I was in a lecture everyday of my lif

Be Educated , Feed Your Talent

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

A Letter To The Younger Me:Everyday Is A Blank Page

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.

The World Of Emojis

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:

Zimbabwe @ 40 :A Letter To The Freedom Fighters

 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

A Letter To My Mother

  "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

One Time Conversations

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

Blurred Lines: What Is A Real Man

Contestant 1 This guy tells you he is a real man because he fills the traditional male role; he supports his family financially while his wife cares for the children and the home. As long as he provides a roof over their heads and food for them to eat, he is fulfilling his duty as a husband and father. This man doesn’t consider his wife as his equal. Contestant 2 He is the real man because he has a culturally progressive role, he shares household and child rearing responsibility with his wife while they both pursue their careers. He thinks his wife is his equal. Contestant 3 He is the real man because he has been freed from the male stereotypes and has decided to take on the nurturing role of taking care for the children and home while his wife goes to work. He considers his wife equal to himself or maybe even better, since she has more compassionate, sensitive nature than he does. It’s pretty nice how everyone is attracted to one attribute of these three types of hunks. There

Being That Woman In Black

Ever felt the need to just be nice to someone to show them that you care and they come back to you everytime and you are not even close to them and share part of your life and tell people that he/she is your friend lol. Yeah that's been a Woman who really abides by the rules she was taught by her parents. You know that women should be respectful, groomed and be good communicators and sit properly but that applied to your future spouse in a way not to everybody. It's time to be that women in Black. It's time to give power to you. Here is what I gathered: Before you do anything put God First 1. Have confidence in whatever you do. Take up challenges and tell your brain that we gotta do it. Say what you feel and don't be apologetic. When you say no to something you don't like just say it, don't filter it. 2. Don't be everyone's cup of tea Okay sometimes I go beyond for people to show that I'm caring and to prove something but one thing

Feelings

Sitting at my favourite wooden chair, I can't stop laughing at the fact that this corona virus made me self quarantine myself without waiting on the President to tell me to stay at home. The news from BBC was enough for me to know that this virus is real and its in Zimbabwe. Now it's going to be more like a month without sharing any gossip with my crazy friends at school and no hugs from loved ones and even the people who encouraged me to do better. At first I really felt like this whole quarantine was torture because I started to think of all the chores that may rise when my mother is in the mood of decluttering stuff and even have too much energy to wash all the blankets in the house with the help of her last born(me). I even got worried about the movies because they were not enough for 21+ days. But I started to think that this virus outbreak is bringing something positive as well because I don't have enough time with my family though I dedicate weekends. Dad is re

If Its Meant To Be

If it's meant to be baby just let it be... I get stuck in a place where I'm not needed most times and I feel okay, I don't feel out of place because sadly my mind doesn't want to accept the fact that it's not your world, let it go. Ever been in a place where you are trying so hard to be relevant, I have lol. I mean I had a crush once and I made him invite me to a church fundraising and when i got there it was so classy and I didn't know why I was there but I had a polo assassin denim so it was enough for me to get through the day. I was someone else everyday. It's hard to be just you and just move when its not right for you. Even if you know you are not a party animal you mingle with the party freaks and then when you are alone, you are like that's not me. But its a trial that you need sometimes. Even pastors preach about it, they say daughters and sons if you find yourself  improving or changing yourself everyday to keep something valuable to you,

Being Alone Is Okay

I don't remember the time I sat alone with no one disturbing me. Just me and my crazy thoughts. I have always been around huge masses of people and yeah this made me think a little about this everyday celebrity vibes. Why? I felt like I needed to be around people to feel whole and yes it made me whole. Mingling with people getting their perspective on different things kept me so occupied and I got a lot of blog topics truth be told. I was crazy enough to group these masses. When I'm sad I had people to talk to, when I felt like I needed to turn up I knew the number to dial. When I wanted to be adventurous, when i wanted to be so white lol... people for everything. It felt like a way to escape reality...keeping the good vibes although I knew that life is hard. I even got into situations that were not necessary to kill time and it's a disease because i crave that first conversation where you get a glimpse of a person's life even though it's exaggerated sometimes.