My mind is taking back into time. I grew up koBulawayo in a township that goes by the name of eLobengula Extension. Growing up emawesi is preety smthing- contributing to so much of who i am and believe me its really smthing.
The earliest childhood memory i have is being this skinny preety beautiful dark child. I rememba my kindergarten years so well - being so carefree and loving life so so much. I still yearn for those days ecreche yasePelandaba where we wd hv hot soup on a cold winter morning embroiled in warm blanket. Sunday mornings all dressed up to go to church - in yo sunday best and the luncheons that followed. My little footprints in our garden which always got me in trouble for walking over the flowers. I still can hear uradio 3 on a saturday morning being played so loud. i guess thats where the love of music began. Barely at the age 0f 8 therabout i knew abt bob marley, soul bros, the rnb classics, UB40, billy ocean....i can go on and on. I have this jersey which i outgrew i think when i was 4ish therabt thats a reminder of those yrs. A little gal is goin 2 hv sm day, to cherish it like i did.
The most beautiful thing about my years as a child is that i knew i was loved. I was raised by a widowed mother with a very large extended family asidee - my greatest influence however is my grandmama. God i love this woman. Never in this lifetime have i known a woman so humble and selfless as her. She is not only my mother's mum but ugrand lomama!! Wheneva and everytym i pray the first words that come out is thank you Lord for my mum, grandma.... .This is the woman who instilled in me a caring and loving heart, her deeds foreva inscribed on the tablet of my heart (to be my value system). A woman whose faith has taught me that when all fails , God is there and he is only a prayer away
I think in life the most important gift yu can eva pass on is love. Especially the early years of childhood. No amnt of material possessions can eva replace the love u can instil in a child. And that kind of love comes in simply ways - helping out with little things - giving them the attention... . its smthing i want to live for - to pass the love to my own angels some day.
The memory of my childhood would not b complete if i do not mention a family tradition of reading any literature. I don know maybe its bcos i was born into it, i can neva go a day without reading sm literature of any kind, from magazines , newspapers and recently blogs and all. I loved my skool days, i don think i have outgrown them really. It opens you up to learn something new evryday.
And now in my early adulthood life is so different . My priorities realigned. After yrs of skool and all, im at a point in my life where im finding myself. This journey neva ends. The same things define me. I still love life with all the joys and tribulations that come with it.
The earliest childhood memory i have is being this skinny preety beautiful dark child. I rememba my kindergarten years so well - being so carefree and loving life so so much. I still yearn for those days ecreche yasePelandaba where we wd hv hot soup on a cold winter morning embroiled in warm blanket. Sunday mornings all dressed up to go to church - in yo sunday best and the luncheons that followed. My little footprints in our garden which always got me in trouble for walking over the flowers. I still can hear uradio 3 on a saturday morning being played so loud. i guess thats where the love of music began. Barely at the age 0f 8 therabout i knew abt bob marley, soul bros, the rnb classics, UB40, billy ocean....i can go on and on. I have this jersey which i outgrew i think when i was 4ish therabt thats a reminder of those yrs. A little gal is goin 2 hv sm day, to cherish it like i did.
The most beautiful thing about my years as a child is that i knew i was loved. I was raised by a widowed mother with a very large extended family asidee - my greatest influence however is my grandmama. God i love this woman. Never in this lifetime have i known a woman so humble and selfless as her. She is not only my mother's mum but ugrand lomama!! Wheneva and everytym i pray the first words that come out is thank you Lord for my mum, grandma.... .This is the woman who instilled in me a caring and loving heart, her deeds foreva inscribed on the tablet of my heart (to be my value system). A woman whose faith has taught me that when all fails , God is there and he is only a prayer away
I think in life the most important gift yu can eva pass on is love. Especially the early years of childhood. No amnt of material possessions can eva replace the love u can instil in a child. And that kind of love comes in simply ways - helping out with little things - giving them the attention... . its smthing i want to live for - to pass the love to my own angels some day.
The memory of my childhood would not b complete if i do not mention a family tradition of reading any literature. I don know maybe its bcos i was born into it, i can neva go a day without reading sm literature of any kind, from magazines , newspapers and recently blogs and all. I loved my skool days, i don think i have outgrown them really. It opens you up to learn something new evryday.
And now in my early adulthood life is so different . My priorities realigned. After yrs of skool and all, im at a point in my life where im finding myself. This journey neva ends. The same things define me. I still love life with all the joys and tribulations that come with it.
After a year of inactivity on this space, out of the blue i had smthing to write. Y now i ask myself- This blog is a direct transfer of the emotions held so long inside n now poured out into a little gratitude journal i have. So much for being me. Hope it inspires you to cherish memories from the past and be grateful for the present.
200mine is almost gone - not much happening but i live to see anotha day.
cheers and mcwaahhhh
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