I was born after Zimbabwe gained its independence but that has never stopped me from writing about heroes day. I fall in that bracket of concerned and curious born-frees. Survival tips for social media addicts. When you get it all wrong on social media.

Chronicling Discovery, Loving Hard and Wanting What I Want. Simplifying PURPOSE and WHO WE WERE CREATED TO BE.

Me, Myself and I. Most people will tell yo.

Bed peace -Jhene Aiko ft Childish Gambino. Hot fudge and a little smoke. Hands locked on my black couch with nothing to do. Buried in the drugs, but the feels keeps coming. Finally stop crying, but your nose is still running. Wipe it on my shirt, ha ha on the sleeve.

Thoughts, reflections and convos going on between me, myself and I at 5am your time. I got a job; my first real job in my field of study ever in my life. A regional start-up in a way. I could never have asked for anything better. I am able to tick off all the boxes against this job and say yes, it is my dream job, in a country that I have always wanted to work in. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Did they pass on already, and got buried elsewhere? Or rath.

As I grow older, my birthdays are. A reminder of how precious the gift of life is. Each day is a gift. I do not take life for granted. Never mind that life is not always the way I want it to be. But now I now understand that. Sometimes people just grow apart. That does not erase their part in the story of my life. As I grow older, I.