On The Move

Having resided in the small town of Chinhoyi for a number of years,

A time has come for our family to pack our belongings and relocate.

The city of Gweru is patiently waiting for our arrival.

Renowned for its freezing winters, it awaits for us to harbor in and

Give us its chilly welcome.

We are moving out,
We are going,
We are relocating to a much more sophisticated lifestyle.

Goodbye Chinhoyi
Farewell to friends and frenemies.

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For How Long My Zimbabwe.....

The post-election atmosphere has “escalated from a political crisis to a humanitarian one.”
Reports are coming in from the rural areas citing that there have been numerable counts of violence. People have been intimated and their homes set ablaze.

Having had to run around and do a few errands yesterday in town, the look on people’s spoke volumes. Frustration coupled with anger best describes their looks. People had woken up to a Monday morning only to be welcomed by a ridiculous increase in prices.
Basic commodities have long been out of reach for most families. They are no longer “basic” as one would think.

A bottle of cooking oil selling at over $700million?
A loaf of bread going for $50million?
A packet of sugar at $350million?
Its all ludicrous looking at the prices in shops.

Talk about runaway inflation. With statistics pegging our inflation rate at more than
200 000%, one would think that Zimbabwe is war-torn country.
Prices go up by the hour that is if you are lucky to get the product you want on the shelf.

Supermarkets have been reduced to “runways”. One can barely find products in a shop. Trade is now being conducted on the parallel market where no one can put price restrictions. “Put your own price to the product that you are selling.”

The education sector has also fallen prey to the economic “predator”
Schools are scheduled to reopen next week, but it is uncertain whether children will be able to enrol, or whether the schools will open. One wonders if the teachers are going to report for duty. There have been rumours that they will not go to work until their salary demands are met.

Is there a possibility of a war breaking out?
Will bloodshed put food on our tables?

So we wait and hope for the best…..

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Gone Fishing

Last Saturday I decided to go fishing with some of my dad’s friends. It had been awhile since I last took on this hobby of mine.

My skills had become somewhat rusty and so Saturday seemed a good day to rejuvenate my fishing skills..
“Give me an interesting experience,” I had said “and I will clean all our fishing gear when we get back.”

A day of bream fishing seemed a good idea to me. At least it did when we were heading out with the sun shining and the wind blowing and the lake glinting like diamonds.
But then we got to work.

“This is the bait,” Tendai announces opening a tin full of herring. Sort of.
After sitting around all summer, the herring are no longer individual fish. They have become herring slime, a revolting mixture of guck, eyeballs and fins.

And the smell.

The smell hits the back of my throat, tears my tonsils out and goes down to make my stomach feel funny.
While I am “enjoying” the smell, Preston pulls a net he had cast and its full of crabs making a crackling sound like the “devil’s knuckles at the gates of hell”
“No fish in there,” I say smiling.

Meanwhile the tide is running hard and I’m here having my “interesting experience”: sitting and sorting out the bait.
My stomach starts to feel as if its going to escape through my nose.
“ You can vomit over the side if you want”

I want to.

After that life settles into a “nice routine” : run over when a line is pulled up, unhook the fish, feel the boat turn, smell that good herring smell, go over to the side, vomit and start over.
It goes well until I get disorientated and vomit into one of the fish bins.


Everything stops. The boat drifts.


Tendai and Preston look at me.

The day is done. All the lines have been pulled up and checked. We head back home without me even having thrown a line.
Interesting the day was, so I fulfilled my part of the deal to clean up all the gear.

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Post-Election Prayer For Zimbabwe 2008

Deliver us, O Lord, from the foolishness of impatience.
Let us no be in such a hurry as to run without Thee. May we remember that;
It takes time to build a nation that can truly be called God’s own country.
It takes time to work out the kind of peace that will endure.

Slow us down, O Lord.
Remind us that You are in Zimbabwe, as well as above and beyond it.
Remind us that You are not indifferent.
For You are not a spectator God, high and lifted up, serene and unperturbed.
You have a plan, and Your will shall one day be done in Zimbabwe, not alone by those who love Thee and know Thee to be God, but by all.
Sustain us with that hope and encouragement, that our prayer be not in vain when we pray “ Thy Kingdom Come”.

The shadow of Your wing covers all your children.
We are persuaded that in that world of the Spirit in which we really live,
Neither persecution nor peril nor sword shall be able to separate us from Your Love.

We pray for all the people in leadership in Zim. We are deeply concerned that they may know the Your will, and that they may have the spiritual courage and grace to follow it.
Deliver them from all selfish considerations,
Lift them above the claims of politics,
Fill them with Your Spirit.

May you strengthen and empower all political advisers at this time. Bring them too, to their knees in prayer.
May their example and their influence spread, that we may yet have a government of men who know You, The Almighty God, as their Friend, and who place Thy will first in their lives as well as in their prayers.

Lead us to this high adventure.

In The Strong name of Jesus, Our Lord
We pray……..Amen.

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The "Ah Ha!" Moment.

In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learnt in life.



“It goes on.”

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The Slow And The Slowest

When the snail was crossing the road, he was run over by a tortoise.

Regaining consciousness in casualty, he was asked what caused the accident.

“I really can’t remember,” the snail replied.

“You see, it all happened so fast.”

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Back For The First Time

Yeah yeah, I know. Its been a long time since I last posted a blog. I have been away. Away from the internet that is. Believe me, I didn’t enjoy it either. I missed you too even though you peeps are too lazy too drop comments on any of my blogs.

So what’s new with me, you might ask. Anything worth mentioning from my months of absence? Anything that Guinness Book of Records would be interested in?
Well, sorry to disappoint you folk. I came back to shore with my boat empty. Didn’t manage to catch any “fish” while I was out “at sea”.

Sometimes you need disappointments in life to realize that you are not in control as much as you would fool yourself in your thinking. I have learnt that if you can’t handle disappointments, you will have a hard time trying to trust God. Don’t get me wrong.
I’m not saying that God will always disappoint you. That’s just so far from truth. The Word says that, He will grant us the desires of our hearts.

Remember the Preacher when he wrote that, there is a TIME for everything. Each and every thing, minute as it may seem, has got to come forth at its proper time. So when God gives you a word of promise, Do not be like the Greek man who ran out of the bathroom butt naked without realizing after he had discovered what we have come to know as the Pythagoras Theorem.
Sometimes it is best if will “wait” and collect ourselves before we go out and shout it to the whole world.
Be encouraged when some of the plans that you have do not come to fruitation. Relax man. There is such a thing as timing. Just like in a game of baseball, you can’t just swing the bat before the ball is thrown at you. ( Talk about being stupid ).
You have got to wait. Even when it is thrown, you wait for the perfect moment to strike it with the bat. When you swing that bat, just as the ball is closer to you and the bat, be rest assured for a home-run.

So we had a youth retreat out at Hunnington Retreat Centre that ran from 4April-7April. Talk about the roof being on fire. We had a “gas” of a time under His Watchful Eyes.
This time around, we were yet again privileged to have fellow brothers and sisters from America.

My heart felt thanks go to Vital Connections for organizing such programs that equip the youth “for the work of the ministry” in AFRICA. It would be so unfair if I end here without thanking the following peeps who were part of the team from the States…. A big thank you goes out to: Matt Korn, Aaron Carriere, Pst. Mike Carriere, Amy Thomas, Kim Heilman, Michelle Rice and Teresa Pippel.
This lovely bunch of sweet people did wonders and served in a worthy manner. They left such a dent down here in Zim and I’m sure the impact is going to ripple effect and cross over boarders both regionally and internationally…..

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