Why I will keep taking space 

When you really listen to the stories told by women and you understand that these are not stories of pleasure or enjoyment. Then maybe then will you understand why I keep questioning the position of a woman in our society, why I choose to take as much space as I can. If you listen for just a minute you will hear a Nano fraction of why it is necessary for me to be as bold as I am with my responses. I have chosen to use myself as a tool because I know I will not be able to take it but I will keep pushing and talking until there is no girl who is told she is less than has to make herself less than because he is more. When we teach them that they are who they are and we all don’t make snide remarks about her choice in a toy, then and only then might I stop. If I see u do the opposite, I will begin again.

I am because you let me 

It has been 25 years since you pushed, screamed, cried and prayed that i get out of the womb safely. I remember the story of my birth like i was there 😂😂
Lol yes i was there but like i have a memory of it. Thank you for telling me that story i thnk the moral of that story is to pray always. I took this because of who you are and the parts of the story you empasise.
Today im 25 im proud to say im equiped. To take care of myself and this is because of you dad and my siblings. Thank you for raising them to be the people they are, they are great role models and a great team in life.
Coming back to you, i thank God for your strength you have gone through alot because of me for some of it im sorry and for some , well mother really u should not have been mad lol i mean come on im a good child😁 (overally)
You have shown me what not giving up means and that you can achieve your dreams nomatter what age. Your current obsession with organic food is fascinating considering you have eaten organic food all your life. I admire it though because its healthy living. Also you have a great body and thanks for that by the way i have great genes becaus of you. Oh the other day i looked at your pictures with Maka and i noticed she has your nose, generations i see! Thanks for the nose its kinda cute.
As i celebrate today and force everyone to buy me cake as ussual, i would like to thank you for shaping who i am, the confidence has taken me places and i am my own person because you let me. Thank you for noticing what i needed as a person and allowing me to be i know that was hard. I am because you let me, i am happy.
I love you mama
God bless you

Saying goodbye to Norway 

This is hard! I’m in love with Oslo😍😍.I’m supposed to be excited about going home and seeing my family and friends and don’t get me wrong I AM. But I got comfortable in Oslo what she offered me was beautiful,crazy fun,ugly and plain old happy. I met people who became my friends and that I ate many a meal with and danced with and it became home. Maybe I got too comfortable , and i guess that was the idea. I will miss Oslo because it has become my home 🏡. What I have experienced feels like I have been in Oslo for over a year! Thank you Oslo. And now for Harare 😍😍 home, I can’t wait to see you again and get comfortable again. 

Oslo, till we meet again. My love  letter to you is not as witty as I hoped but it’s still a love letter none the less. 

With love ❤️😘

Sometimes in November

Sometimes in November I remember the goofy games,nicknames and the old recycled  bicycle you revamped for us.

the love the protectiveness which I see in our photos from the postures.

Sometimes in November I laugh and cry , the process is often confusing.

This November i am happy for the memories and the confidence you gave me to be just me and all my crazy self. To laugh and be goofy when i want and to just hang and watch cartoons all i want. 

this November i am happy because we are all happy and even if you are gone, we still remember .

RIP Ronnie love C…

frustrations of a female from my mother land

I laugh a lot and I talk a lot, all this in an effort to hide my pain from you. What kind of woman will I be if I walk around with may pain showing to the world. I was told that a woman is strong she shows not her distress to the world because it is her job to protect.

The topic of my feelings is one that is discussed only when I raise my voice and even then I am a drama queen. If I voice my thoughts in a hushed tone like you expect I am the perfect woman and you ignore me. Do you want me to raise hell to come uproot the very foundation of your house?  If not, then listen. And Yes! That was a threat.

Now listen and listen well, pay attention I am speaking. When I speak these are not my emotions but rather my thoughts. I have a fully functional brain just so you know. I make choices not based on emotions but on the logic of being considerate and believe me that is not a weakness. Emotional, “feeling station” and weepy aren’t words and phrases to describe me find other words! I will buy you an oxford dictionary if you want. Why waste money! Use an online dictionary and find new words I have heard that story before and sweetie, I do not care!

Yes I can be a tornado but I choose not to be. When I talk I demand you listen because I listen to you too and frankly sometimes you say crap.  I do this and I expect the same from you let’s call it reciprocal living. My jokes aren’t jokes at all but they are a method learned from yester years to relay my thoughts to you that is after all the only time you listen. I distract you with my jokes but you have heard my truth. Now I am acting on it don’t ask me why I told you didn’t I?