I myself remember crying when my Form 4 results were made known to me, and my Shona result was not what I had wanted. I had invested late nights, reading of novels and research to try to get that elusive A. And when it did not come, I was so frustrated. And though the example may seem petty; my point is simply that I can relate to the feeling of a heavy heart from an unfulfilled dream.
So how many of us have watched the Transformers movies, or the cartoons, and the Autobots are in trouble, teteering on the edge of defeat and nigh annihilation when Optimus Prime steps onto the scene, wielding some gambit that makes the Autobots transition from the edge of defeat and onto victory? And we all know
Have we really all sinned? Have we really all got a reason to say I needed a saviour? Or were some of born and raised clean?
As I write this, I wonder where you are in your walk with Him. Are you overwhelmed with trying to survive in a broken country; or in a skewered economy; and has the challenge of it made you forget what glory the promise there is on your life?…
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
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
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
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
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
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