I have been working on my reaction and response. I couldn’t find a term to wrap up that. I love my job but it is stressful sometimes. Patients and colleagues can be so mean, especially senior colleagues. In standing up for myself it kind of sounds rude sometimes. I don’t think I am rude, it’s the language or I forget to fix my face. I have to activate the Holy Spirit all the time.
When you think of the word “successful,” who’s the first person that comes to mind and why?
My father, a boy that grew up on the farm. His parents weren’t rich either.You know when you are born in a poor family almost everything is against you. Look at him now, he managed to send his children to A-schools and provides for every family member. I dont know how y’ll define success.
Finishing off the 4 books I’m reading. Atomic habits is one of the books, the irony of it. How do I go back to the gym, it’s been 3 months of procastinating. I feel bad.
What’s something you would attempt if you were guaranteed not to fail.
The Zimbabwean education system is too theoretical when one fails to attain certain grades on their School leaving certificate it is more of a death sentence. Children should learn practical life skills quite early in life; this includes car repairs, building, painting, fishing, hunting, woodwork, basic plumbing, crafting, electric work, etc.
I understand the use of English at school but do we have to learn all subjects in English, what about other languages in Zimbabwe such as Ndebele, Shona,Venda etc? Why are children learning Chinese and other European languages that are far-fetched?
The structure is British(former colonizer) It stifles imagination and creativity. The education system in my country produces workers rather than thinkers. There’s a need to change and overhaul the whole education system such that it becomes pro-child empowering rather than an elimination system.An education system should be able to create innovators and creators. Educate to empower and harness the gifts and skills.
To think that these men had mortal bodies like mine, like yours. Yes we are built differently but I pray and hope one day I get up and stand for what is right.
I hope one day we stop talking about them and be like them .
What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received?
My mother always say this line. I overthink a lot and worry a lot. In the midst of everything I always remember this and get comforted that there is a high power, there is God and in the fullness of time he makes everything beautiful.
The blue ticks and time stamps have no clue of what patience in love really means.
Only handwritten love letters knew what love really felt like.
Oh man, where do I begin? That was like 15 years ago and I still remember some events vividly, the nostalgic feeling when I bumped into that picture. I used to kiss the letters a thousand times before opening lol. Let’s go down memory lane.
My parents had just abandoned me at this boarding school in the middle of nowhere, I was tired from crying and screaming. It was orientation, Form one`s had to come to school three days earlier to familiarize themselves with everything blablabla. As we were walking around the school I bumped into this tall, cute guy with a fine haircut (like those Ludacris posters you find in every barbershop). We used to call them waves and falls. We were trying to give each other way but ended up bumping into each other, the world froze when he touched my hand and apologized. It was indeed marriage at first sight.
I didn’t know what love was neither did I have a crush before. It was a taboo talking about boys in my family. From an early age, I was told boys will make you pregnant and dump you. I grew up with that belief and to this day I am still scared of being dumped 😆. Three days later he wrote a letter asking me to be his girl, did I not reply to his letter with insults. I told him I wasn’t ready to have a baby as I was just starting high school. He never stopped trying, and the letters kept coming, fast forward to form 2 end of term I agreed to be his girlfriend and he gave me lollipops. Since we were going home for the holidays, he came to say goodbye and hugged me then later kissed me. That was the beginning of trouble.
I did not know what was going on in my mind from the kiss I started to feel pregnant, I was convinced that the kiss had made me pregnant. I saw myself getting dumped with a child and no father figure. Would you blame me there was no Google at that time and I grew up in this Christian home everything was done according to the book. I became more prayerful than ever, asking God for forgiveness and promising to never date or allow any man close to me.
When we opened school I broke up with him, I didn’t fall pregnant so I was honoring my promise. But he never stopped loving me and sending letters. Whenever he used to go out for sports he would bring some fries, chicken, and a Cola. He knew I loved food and getting me food was a top-tier love language. Then one day he gave me an ultimatum, Bro`’got tired of my holier-than-thou attitude I ended up agreeing but with terms and conditions of limited body contact. The relationship was beautiful, we used to talk for hours, laughed and the butterflies damn it was so pure. He was gangster but soft with me. I was convinced that he was going to be my husband, till the day my best friend snatched him away from me. The heartbreak almost joined me with my ancestors. I joined the SU(Scripture Union) commit and became more prayerful than ever.