Get a warm blanket and let’s catch up

Hey Darling reader It has been months since I have had a monthly stocktake. A lot has been happening and sometimes all I can do is breathe. sometimes I feel as if my world is spinning, on other days I have my heart beaming with joy and on other days I beg Mwari to carry

The thief

His mother wailed and said “moyo wangu unodzimba, mandiuraya”   Her joy and hopes had been cut short.  She had never thought of burying her child.  All she wanted was to watch him grow and achieve his dreams.  MaNcube was in pain and she kept saying “Why me?”  She rolled on the ground and wept like

To my Mother and child

Dear Ma and mntwanmi My child I have been thinking about you lately and one thing I am certain of is I will cry a river when I meet you. It will be a mixture of relief, fear and excitement. Ma will hold my left hand and Ma will also be holding my right hand.

The relay

….. it is official, April has run its race and the baton stick has been passed to May. Happy new month❤️❤️   Oh April You were kind, you were present.  You were patient with me.  I realized that in some spaces I am loved loudly.  I found joy, peace, and rest.  Let me usher you

It is easy to love a Writer

Am I the only one who always finds it easy to love Creatives and in this context Writers? This question sounds funny because I am a Writer too. I am a little bit bias but I believe it is easy to love a Writer. Inspiration is everywhere…. Writers can be inspired by a leaking tape,

Time

  I hope you will know when to stand up and when to sit down.  You should know when to take the lead and when to watch  Sometimes you have to allow yourself to be comfortable  You can unpack your belongings and choose to stay.  Yet on some occasions, you should pack your belongings and

While you wait

When you hear the sound of rain… When the smell of rain calms your spirit and the wind is peaceful. This is a sign that the rains are on their way, bask in the moment and wait. Remind yourself of the results that the rains will bring. While you wait for the rain ….. Remember

My garden, my happy space

Sometimes I want to complain but then I look around and then I realise that I have somwhere to fall onto unlike other people. I end up silencing the voices in my head and finding a way to run away from worrying. I wish I could pick up the phone and call someone, pour out

What brings us together

People are brought together by different situations. Friendships and bonds are created. Memories are made. For some people grief and loss brings them together. They help each other get through the day and on some days they cry together with no questions asked. Chaos, panic and confusion can be what birthed a decade of friendship.

Oh axe, the tree never forgets

Time heals all wounds but there are some experiences that our memory fails to forget. This is because these experiences might have left us feeling worthless, humiliated and hurt. Maybe people have fought back the tears because they were in public but when they were alone they let their hearts bleed through their tears. These