Diary of my heartfelt letters
So l have a habit of listening to music or podcasts when l'm doing my chores. And earlier this morning l was listening to one of my favorite influencer couples Mpoomy Ledwaba and Brenden Praise’s podcast (Our Love Journey). As l was scrolling, l stumbled on an episode that prompted this conversation, which is dissecting... Continue Reading →
Buried deep within us are the untold stories of our grandmothers. The stories that could start revolutions. The stories that could finally break their silence on intergenerational trauma. Unfortunately, these stories were nicely folded and tucked into shelves. They were only accessed through personal, deep and intimate conversations with the storytellers. Sadly, some of these stories never escaped the bearers' mouth.
Only if people knew the depth of the scars we bear because of body shaming, l guess they would choose to be more intentional with their words. In world that is commonly glossed up by insensitivity, if people could understand the importance of kindness, women would never battle with body insecurities. I wish people knew... Continue Reading →
Silence can never be my portion in the face of social injustice and inequality. I know the pain of being silenced. I can't bear the burden of being the coolest woman in the room, it is too costly. Hence, l choose to challenge the voices that silence me!!!
Trust me, you can cry all you want with the, “After everything l did for him” narrative and he will still pack his bags, leave your sorry self and never lower the bar for you. If you cross the line, he will never hesitate to delete the cute selfies, forget the six course meals, flash every memory of you and go where he is appreciated.
It’s never too late to pay attention to the little details that makes your face glow. It’s never to late to find personal reasons for smiling while gazing the stars. It’s never too late to find self satisfaction in chasing the the sun, dancing in the rain or picking flowers all by yourself.
Girl, you deserve a standing ovation for dancing in the mud, playing with rain and swimming in the fire without losing your faith. It was a crazy season, yes l know.
Take a chill pill boo Sit down Take a deep breathe Relax Gulp a glass of water And be considerate of this fact Plans don't pay bills
I applaud my grandmother for being my best Shona teacher of all time. She always spiced up our conversations with proverbs. Even when she would be giving me advice, l used to admire the depth of her love for our mother tongue through the use of these Proverbs. She taught me to be proud of our language.
It is my utmost desire to represent a brand like Woman Evolve, a brand that seeks to bring change in the Christian lives of women. Nothing beats the feeling of working with a circle of sisters who want reach greater heights for God.
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