A Call to Hope for the Youth of Zimbabwe
Zimbabwe…my Zimbabwe…what happens next from here?
On the 31st of July, 2020, a call to action for peaceful demonstrations in opposition to the economic and social challenges being faced by Zimbabweans was thwarted.
This silencing of the people’s voice was lead by the police force under the guise of enforcing rules related to Covid-19.
A few days later, numerous reports began to emerge that prominent activists, journalists, authors, and even regular citizens were being pursued and arrested in what has now been deemed a complete violation of the constitutional and human…
George Floyd. His name comes with an image. An image of an Africa-American man pleading for his mother, begging for the opportunity to breathe, dying nonetheless.
It’s moments like these that break our hearts and enrage our souls. Such injustice showcased in broad daylight, with what feels like a pure lack of remorse. It makes me wonder what was going through the mind of the police officer during those nine minutes as he kept his knee firmly put on another man’s neck. It makes me wonder what was going through the minds of the police officers who stood by and…
I keep on crying today. My heart keeps on being convicted. It’s kind of overwhelming, to be honest.
I have been meaning to write down this blog post for the longest time now and today is the day. It’s 3:00 AM, 3:11 AM to be exact.
It is a post about a miracle — a miracle I cannot believe to this day actually happened, a miracle I am so grateful for, a miracle of life because I shouldn’t be alive today.
On the evening of December 23, 2019, I was crossing the road to our apartment with two five-liter bottles…
Today, I turned 21.
I almost did not make it to this day. I was involved in a car accident 7 days ago. I almost did not make it. But God proved to be gracious as He always is, and I feel so very grateful to be alive and to have the opportunity to say, “Today, I turned 21.”
I recognize how blessed I am and I am so thankful for these blessings. I have an incredible mother, a loving family, great friends, inspiring work colleagues, an education, a roof over my head, and nutritious food in my body. I…
My mom is one of the wisest, smartest, and most discerning people I know…but maybe I am just biased. In any case, the seven mantras given below are gems I have collected from her ever entertaining and always informative stories. They are the fruit of her experiences, and her life is the scorecard of their effectiveness. I truly hope that you join me in taking the time to meditate, ponder, dissect, and write about them. I hope that you take them up as your very own and see what beautiful results they could birth.
“Our inequality materializes our upper class, vulgarizes our middle class, brutalizes our lower class.”
Once upon a time, only a few decades ago, we, the inhabitants of planet earth had a middle class.
The First and Second Industrial Revolutions had inspired the birth of all kinds of technological inventions, from steam-powered engines to washing machines. And with these had blossomed all kinds of economic opportunities — jobs — that would dramatically change the way we lived life on this green planet we call home.
No longer were we split into two social extremes — the haves and the…
“Wail like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the bridegroom of her youth.”
- Joel 1:8
These days, whenever I think about prayer and worship, I always see a very clear image in my mind.
I’m always in a room — rolling on the dirty floor and banging my fists to the ground while crying out to the Lord with a plea of desperation to settle my heart and calm my spirit.
Prayer no longer looks like those few words I used to say at the dinner table before eating a meal — words I would sometimes forget to say…
Identity. An eight-lettered word that carries with it so much weight and yet is something we do not discuss very often.
Who am I? Where do I belong? Why am I here?
These are just a few of the many questions whose answers carefully pieced together work together to form the beautiful mosaic of our identity.
It appears to me, however, that our identity is also shaped by the decisions we make about the truths we choose to believe and the mistruths we choose to disown.
I recall a time when I was doing my first internship right out of…
Dear Mrs. Obama,
I’m not too sure if you will ever read this, but I thought might as well write a small note to share a little bit about how your story, Becoming, has encouraged me and emboldened me to appreciate my own.
I was so excited about Becoming from the very first moment I heard that you were writing a memoir. Excited is probably an understatement though. I was actually and very literally over the moon!
Barack Obama’s story — I knew — he was the first African-American president of the United States of America, he grew up in…
“Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.”- George Eliot
Thank you so much. Thank you.
I cannot even begin to imagine or think of words I can use to express how much I appreciate who you are to me.
From the time I was born to the time I was a confused teenager in high school to where I am today, you have always been a constant, selfless, kind, and strong mother to me and the way you live your life has taught me so many life lessons that I will forever cherish.
I often remember…