Curious Sapio

Where shall I start? Maybe the cute eyes like mine but that can wait. I have to start with the size 3 feet. Yes, she wears kids' shoes and the feet are proper baby feet. Smooth, elegant and cute. I often use them as a stress ball. LOL. Were they just smooth I would never talk about them to my mates but, they also have the perfect toes and toe nails extending from them. What these feet carry is the crux of my serenade. They carry a body of exquisite design and elegance. She has the perfect curves in all the right places - on her hips, her butt and her chest. Curves that do not turn her into a public attraction but the type of curves that I lose control over. Not because they are too sharp or too linear but because navigating them is an experience that I can't even get used to. Wet or dry, they still fill the hands and rouse feelings that can only be expressed - mostly by moans and groans. It is only because of modesty that i haven't opened a gallery to showcase...

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 ...