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When You Fall . . .

​When you fall it won’t be because our eyes caught a glimpse of each other in the kaleidoscope shadows on a nightclub dancefloor

When you fall it won’t be as a result of an extended one night stand

It won’t be a scene from a movie where the wild girl gets the guy hooked on her eccentric mysteries

When you fall it will be the result of meaningful conversation, it might not be an ideal movie scene

My clumsiness may even distract you from my words a little bit

But when you fall it will be because the depth of my words will draw you in with its authenticity, you’ll take a deep breath as you listen to me speak

‘Cause I’ll be a breath of fresh air, soothing, unexpected, unapologetic.

And when I fall, you will be an answered prayer not perfect, but mine.

When you fall you’ll know its right.

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An Ode to Candid Girls.

They will always mistake your honesty for intemperance. They will take the tight embraces you give them as suffocations. They will often tell you, Candid Girl, that if you were to meet your reflection, that if you were to meet yourself you’d hate that person. Little do they know Candid Girl, that the honesty you give is always your greatest sacrifice, its your way of compensating, for all the slander you have encountered. Its your way of loving the way you want to be loved. You’d rather slap swiftly with truth than stab backs with lies. I urge you Candid Girl, to candidly allow yourself to love and be loved by ones lovely loving enough to be your kindered Candid Girl. They won’t always get it, but that’s okay, cause I love you Candid girl, the Candid girl way.

I wrote this to all the candid people out there I wrote it from a female perspective but it really is for anyone whose truth is unintentionally nonconventional to all those people who mean well but are never quite understood. You don’t have to hide your personality to be accepted you just need people who are willing to take the time to get it. Xo

 Open Heart

​When I started writing this piece these words popped into my head…

“She had to let go of what was only good to her five senses and start engaging with what fed her soul.” This random phrase inspired this piece.

The pressures of this world are no secret we all know what its like to go through something, we all know what its like to not only want a breakthrough but to NEED it. I’m a Christian. Yes I said it. Before you switch to the next blog post or just close this page completely. Let me just say that I am not a Christian because I’m perfect (I’m almost the complete opposite) I’m a Christian because I need God. As I write this I’m starting to wonder why I’m even writing about this topic, but if you’re out there and you believe in Jesus as I do but you still struggle, and I mean STRUGGLE in your faith. I’m right there with you, but I just want to say that God finishes what he starts, you once had a fire in your heart for Him and somewhere along the way your weaknesses or life in general have sidetracked you. You might even feel like ” You know what Lord, maybe this Christian thing is not for me, I just can’t seem to get it right” I felt like that too, I think I still do, but I know God always wins ! He is not man that he should lie.
They say that writing is self therapy and that’s what I’m doing right now, yo y’all I’m not ashamed to say I struggle and I’m trying but its hard. Its hard to want to pray, its hard to want to read my Bible . I haven’t been writing cause I wanted my next post to be about a breakthrough in my faith. But I’ve never lied in my writing. I’m not gonna start now. Being a Christian is hard, but I believe its worth it. As I write this I keep thinking.   ” God please help me” if you are in this season in your life and you’re holding on to the faith that you will be steadfast in the Lord one day, say this with me,

” Lord I am yours. My life is yours. I gave my life to you but I’ve fallen off track. I’m sorry Lord, please forgive me and strengthen me. In Jesus Christ name. Amen”

If you prayed this for yourself or someone else I want you to know that you’re not the only one going through a rough patch in your faith. This season will pass. I believe it will, God bless ! 

You Can’t Define My Kinky

You can’t define my kinky.

You can’t put your finger on how I twist my braids like this

 You can’t define how my fish net stockings are not intertwined with your need for lust, I mean intimacy

You can’t define my kinky.

You can’t understand how I write words like this.

Nor comprehend why you’ll never understand why the way I’m made up is not for your articulation neither is it something you can touch.

It’s only to be admired.

 It is a Van Gogh on a New York Museum wall.

 It is the ruins of the Colosseum in Rome  Messed up enough to look ART .

 But not whole enough to be defined.

Abyss

I see myself

I’m by a river

It’s cold, the fog almost blinds me,

I look in the water trying to find you

Hoping that because the water is still

You are there just waiting for me to find you,

Maybe you’ve been there all along

It becomes a mirror, all I see is myself

Outside of myself

In the water
I don’t know why its been like this for so long

“The moon rolls over the roof and falls behind my house, I am not talking about the moon, I’m talking about myself.”

Curnow ‘s voice comes to me

And all the words of poets past,

Ones I once whispered to myself

They all speak to me, loud, all at once

They consider my distress my induction,

And then its too late, I realise I’m drowning,

Drowning…

Gossip

So I just watched a Tedx video on YouTube by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie in which she talks about the danger of a single story.

In this speech she basically says how dangerous it can be when one only has a single story/perspective about an event, race or character. She herself said how she fell in love with writing at a young age, but when she would write she wrote about white families who ate toast for breakfast and ate ginger biscuits. Nevermind that she herself had never had ginger biscuits, but as a child, those are the stories she read and so she believed that was what stories were meant to be like. It was only when she read African stories about girls with kinky hair that could never form a ponytail, that’s when she realised she too had her own stories to tell.

What does this show, it shows how easily stereotypes can be formed, how easy it is to label a whole population based on one story. Just like gossip. Now, I’ve always had a problem with gossip not because its sometimes not true, but it makes people form one perspective of a person based on perhaps one thing they did. Not taking into account that they have many good attributes. It puts someone’s flaws into a single conversation and leaves little space for anything good. 

I know a girl who played hockey on the Zimbabwe U19 national team, she is a straight A student and an avid writer. A week ago, at her school, she was caught making out with a boy in a classroom. Now when I hear people talk about her to strangers, they say, “oh that’s the girl that was caught kissing in that classroom” and to people that didn’t know her prior to the incident now only have a single story about her. Kissing is not bad but I’m sure that’s not all someone wants to be known for.

So, next time you want to gossip, remember that the human you’re speaking of has thoughts and emotions just like you. And if it were you hearing that gossip would you bother to say “yes she did that but she’s not a bad person”. Don’t let people form stereotypes of other people right under your nose and do nothing about it. Because one day they’ll form a stereotype about you.

Pretty Wings

In the midst of all that’s happening around me. Just all the ups and downs of life I’m able to find solace in music. 

As I write this, I’m listening to “Pretty Wings” by Maxwell. And I can barely describe it but with every note he sings I feel myself unravel. It’s like its own kind of peace, it’s been a hectic week and its just so beautiful how music is its own kind of therapy. Serendipitous doesn’t even begin to describe it.

So thank you to the writers and artists like Maxwell, who use their voices to sing our remedies . Every tune a chance to believe again, a chance to believe in better days

Zimbabwe’s Awakening

Towards the end of last week on the 1st of July there were whispers that there would be major protests in the following week on the 6th of July 2016. There were many skeptics who said Zimbabweans are too squeamish to rise up against their government in opposition to the ongoing corruption and poor economic management of Zimbabwe. The skeptics were wrong.

For those of you not familiar with the current situation in Zimbabwe, I’ll put it plainly, the people of Zimbabwe have had enough. They’ve had enough of corrupt ministers reading speeches written for them by their staff about how the government is taking strides to build the Zimbabwean economy whilst people are continually unemployed and ministers build themselves million dollar mansions with tax layers money. They’ve had enough of spending whatever hard earned cash they can get to send their children to school, only to be betrayed by an economic situation which denies their children employment. They have had enough of all the promises the President makes every election, promises that are never fulfilled. Zimbabweans have reached their breaking point and with all major Zimbabwean news outlets being under government control, we shall not let our voices be stifled any longer. Zimbabweans declared they would be shutting down Zimbabwe and not go to work in defiance to the government.

This the image that circulated Zimbabwe on social media sites Twitter, Facebook, Instagram and others and indeed Zimbabweans did not go to work today on the 6th of July 2016. Today marked the beginning of a revolution in Zimbabwe as we Zimbabweans have said enough is enough. The above poster reads “Hatichada & Hatichatya Asisiafuni” in Zimbabwean national languages Shona and Ndebele meaning “We do not want this anymore & We are not afraid anymore”. As expected the Zimbabwean police have been no help in standing with the people in protest and have actually beat up Zimbabwean citizens engaging in peaceful protest.

The government was aware that there would be protests going on, on the 6th of July and amped up the amount of police in “protest hotspots” with some police even sitting in buses to keep an eye on regular civilians. Instead of addressing the issues at hand the government continues to ignore Zimbabweans cry for help. To make things worse Zimbabwean politicians who are members of the ruling party ZANU PF continue to say that all is well in Zimbabwe, Minister of Finance Patrick Chinamasa even went on a UK news show (Hardtalk) and said that “ZANU PF remains a very solid, cohesive political force in Zimbabwe…As far as Zimbabweans are concerned, we are happy…”Chinamasa Interview on Hardtalk Thus illustrating how much Zimbabwean government is keen to try and uphold a façade of normalcy to try to show the international community that all is well.

Even if they shut down our social media applications (such as WhatsApp) We shall not be silent. I thank God for this WordPress platform. If you are reading this please tell someone about it, don’t let the Zimbabwean government’s attempts to silence Zimbabwean people win. On social media use the hashtag #ThisFlag to show your support to Zimbabweans. Our voices will be heard.

HATICHADA, HATICHATYA ASISAFUNI TAJAMUKA! 

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