*** There is a universe where you exist better You have loving parents You are not neglected Your mother does not call you a demon Your father does not leave You are not in pain I love you like the first ten seconds in the morning The ten seconds before I remember the burdens...
Month: August 2018
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Guilia, Oh Guilia What A Legendary Weekend
Anyone who knows me knows that I love the design and I believe that design rules the world – because I believe that people like beautifully designed things. Many people don’t understand design or even the elements that contribute towards a beautifully designed object. I learn at tertiary that it takes the eye roughly less...
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The Anthology of Breaking: The Last Time That We Were Happy
*** There is a universe where you exist better You have loving parents You are not neglected Your mother does not call you a demon Your father does not leave You are not in pain When was the last time that we were happy? When was the last time that I felt happy? ...
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The Anthology of Breaking: The Last Time That We Were Happy
*** There is a universe where you exist better You have loving parents You are not neglected Your mother does not call you a demon Your father does not leave You are not in pain When was the last time that we were happy? When was the last time that I felt happy? ...
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Love Is A Journey: 11 Days of Love and Tar (Part 5)
Its NEW YEARS EVE. 2016! We wake up bright and early, enjoy a quick and dirty two star hotel breakfast before we head from Harare to Victoria Falls Town. A quant little town on the border between Zimbabwe and Zambia. It’s home to one side of the Majestic “Mosi Wa Tunya”, as its called by...
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The Struggle for Small Business
Can I cry this cry even louder – as blacks we are suffering partly because of our lack of the simple notion of working together, we expect to rise without lifting others who need a hand. We complain about the big corporate as if they must take us out of our misery, but in actual...
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We Are Not Meant To Be Alone
I’m not that intimately close to anybody anymore. And even if I do have close friends and family, I no longer know how to ask someone to “khapha” me, be with me, talk to me with ease. There’s a sizeable territory between the world, my friends and relatives and the true me. It’s not that...
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My Journey into Cooking …
I can’t remember a time in my life when I wasn’t cooking. Perhaps, I should rather say that I can’t remember a time when I didn’t have to prepare myself something to eat… snack or otherwise. Yes, my mother cooked our meals, but when you’re an obese child… you figure out how to constantly take...