Curious Sapio

It is unmerited favor to be chosen by God and I have been so blessed enough to say I have received that favor (Grace) - literally and well, literally.  I am eternally grateful for this grace and the other Grace - my Grace. The grace of God has taken me places around the world and my Grace has taken me to several heavens, especially the ninth. I know God's grace will take me to His Heaven one day. The grace of God has seen me speaking in divers tongues of men and angels and my Grace has made my heart sing with love. His grace drew me to Him and changed the course of my life. It is by his grace that I can pray to Him and my Grace prays for me. My Grace also changed the course of my life because my Grace came from His Grace. I am enveloped by His grace and my Grace hugs me too. I wake up everyday because of His Grace and I wake up besides my Grace. He gives me grace to conquer the world and I conquer it with my Grace. His grace is the perfect gift to mankind and my Gr...

Watching the news headlines on the television got me thinking deeply. Scores of foreign nationals, mainly Zimbabweans throng the Durban police stations seeking shelter and protection. It is not a cyclone they run from...not a pack of wolves either. Had it been too much crime I would understand. Even our so called African brothers and sisters do not want us anymore. They resent us. They loathe us. To be very frank with you it is way more comfortable to live in your own country among your friends and relatives - your kinsmen. Every Zimbabwean, deep down, longs for that but, inasmuch as we dream of reveling in the camaraderie of those closest to us, we need to eat and dress while we do that. Home now only offers distant memories of the once glorious republic, Christmas celebrations at growth points, childhood games and primary school shenanigans. Everyone would love creating new memories but we just cannot. We heard tales of the liberation struggle, which we hold dear, and we held, in ...

The week days are the same old, Sunday to Saturday. In Harare, we are having longer days and shorter nights but, they still add up to 24 hours. I mean, it is the same old routine - an eight to five job during the week and two short weekend days to relax, waiting for the next cycle. Being Sagittarius, I am not only bored but deeply agitated. I drove past the golf club at exactly 0743 a week ago and I could see a few guys playing golf already, on a Monday and I was going to work. It dawned on me without much thought that life, inasmuch as it is unfair, is hard. I have worked as an assistant to a man in his sixties who, in confidence, revealed it to me that he had been doing that very same job for over 29 years. He had gone through a routine for that long and the good stories he used to tell never happened in the office. He had fond memories of what he experienced when he travelled or did anything random. It is my birth month so I think it is my own fears that are making me quest...

"I love you dad", where the words that stuck in his morbid mind as he tried to escape the raucous noise in the truck they were packed in. His seventeen years old, beautiful daughter had shared these words early in the morning when he did the school run.  Noma, his full-time housewife, had also said a protective prayer over him as he left for work. They had managed to have one child, and no one knows if it was by choice or by fate. Noma and his daughter were his world - at least he could revel in the memories of the moments they had shared right in the heat of the summer noon, made worse by the thick metal helmet he was wearing. Born of humble parentage in the rural parts of Chikomba, Anachan was not exposed to much and the ideal life he aspired to have was the one the local constables were leading. Friday nights were the highlights - opaque beer, pipes and turns on the few local hookers at the Rural District Council bar. In this remote setting, they were untouchable too. ...