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letter to EB

Dear Father, 

I woke up earlier than usual that day especially because I wasn’t  going to work. I had all kinds of feelings and emotions and wasn’t sure where to place them so I tossed and turned in my bed. My stomach almost got running, my heart kept skipping because for this whole while I hadnt never figured out how this shall be. You didn’t teach me or even prep me for goodbyes. So I woke up with suitcases on my mind and when I looked at the corner of my bedroom, I broke down. I needed a hug, how was I going to be able to do this. 

Knowing that I ain’t gonna wake up to “who is here, will you go to work today, what is the plan today? What do I think we should do? I got some eggs for you, don’t go without eating some this. Jeez, when they told me growing up was hard, it didn’t sink. Today it has twice sunk and I lay down thinking, how?…. 

There’s a beautiful love shinning on my heart.I know I shall always walk by with and trust to light my path

But honestly, farewell was too soon. For the twenty something years, for the times we both prepared ourselves for this emotionally, it was too soon.okay maybe it wasn’t but The word I wouldn’t say that night was,good bye

He will take good care of me, it will be a while before I adjust fully. Am going to miss you daily but eish what are phones for even. And when I can’t contain it, he will bring me home or I will come by myself. I won’t escape, I will come give u a hug, tell you about my week maybe, laugh and love. I will be okay. However, I hope for these twenty something years, I have been the daughter under your roof that you dreamt of. I am not saying goodbye. Kankomewo 

I love you





Dear Mukya,

You crossed my mind today. And I am thinking if only God could have waited. But who am i to question God. Ninye oha!

well, Someone asked me one thing I would like but can’t afford and you came to mind. It’s then that i realised life did move but not a day goes by and i aint thinking of you. The prayers we made together, the jokes we made, the games we played, the dreams we shared and then, i just cant have you.

Am sure you have heard, I have whispered to the stars our little secret and they did smile so i am sure i do have not just your blessing but you are with me all the way. In the things i feared, you always walked with me. But so you know, your daughter, my mother, has done an incredible job. And i can never thank her enough. If i had one wish, I would request God to give you to me for just a couple of weeks. But again who am i when God speaks!

I loved you, love you, will always love you. by the way, Nomukoko haha I mean you always said if he didn’t speak my language then N’omukoko. But he is nothing like you feared. He is the opposite of all the bad we discussed.



Letters -SA #ItWasAs

Dear sister,

Growing up with you didn’t just make me proud but some days (many days)I wanted to be like you. You have always been the inspiration or lets call it a making guide.So I just didn’t want to be like you, I have always admired everything about you. Sometimes i thought i was just another young girl and looking at her sister who has arrived, sometimes i felt like you let me down sometimes we cried, we laughed we talked but many times and for eternity the love i shall hold unto (what am i even saying).

I have always been afraid of letting you down. I have always worked to make sure you are happy and proud of this little thing. At some point I wanted to fall within you career because that’s how much u inspired me until that day i got to know we are different and love different things and you Told me “happiness is key,band wagon destroy.”. This is how far we have come so far and nothing much will change “little sister shall always be me”. Looking up to you shall always be. Loving you is our present,past,, future, past participle and continuous Tense. I hope, for all these years to this day, the disappointments and faults my end are less than the times i have made you proud. I hope the tears of joy u have cried over me are more than the sad ones u have shed over me. I don’t know why i cry writing this but i guess i just look back and am not exactly sure how to say thank you, i might even never say it enough.

Thank you

litrol sister

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Never be too quick to judge

We understood each other,I was happy but whichever way everyone else chose to interpret it, they were and still are entitled to their opinion. But instead of having brothers hanging themselves before it happens, elope and see if they will and they didn’t. So we didnt get the wedding we dreamed of but are married and very happy just like we were in the beginning. Yes, he didnt change the way he looked at me, he just loved me more everyday. We didnt rush into getting babies we had a whole year until our first-born. You could say, things begun to change but sorry to prove you wrong, the love grew deeper and deeper and Soon she was born. We adored her very much. We started out at the country side and now are a family. Our son came two years after our first child, we still travel for vacations. I still sit out in the crowd and cheer my man while he plays.

I had been told it wouldn’t last, he was just a smart chap and i almost believed them by the way. But today i sit across the room and its been seven good years. (I still love to write each year i write him a letter and keep it safe some where one day he will find them and read them). It’s very cold outside,the children are away for the weekend, their jajja took them. I sit at the hearth in my rocking chair, a shrug over my shoulders and stockings on my feet. I sit with my notepad and a pen and stare at the man i was called fool for, he is trying to strum a new song. His beautiful legs revealed. His beard not groomed but he is still as handsome as the first time i saw him, his eyes havent lost the shine neither have his fingers lost the touch. His voice still soothing and calm but now also a bit aged . I get my notepad to my laps and start to scribble…

Dear world…..




I saw my world through his eyes. He always made sure we were better. I hope we turned out good. His vision and dreams, I hope its how we have lived.

Dear dad,
I hope we have turned out to be the children you desired, viewed the world through your eyes. I know we have fallen short many times. Many times we get ashamed but you taught us not to stay on the ground after falling. You taught us the power in resilience. I hope we have turned out like you prayed and envisioned.
The world of having enough and satisfied you lived. I hope when you look at us now, you see exactly that. Children that are comfortable with little and enough. You always said “Don’t know borrow” I hope we have all lived up to this because teaching us to manage little means we get comfortable with enough. I pray our children, your grand children take this on as well. Because God has trusted us with plenty through the years as well but we I hope you can say, we have fallen into your footsteps. Not for many things but we sure have tried.
I hope you can say we have made you proud. I hope you can comfortably say we are the children you dreamt of raising. Through your eyes…u didn’t see us lack and I hope when you say those little prayers you let God know that he hasn’t left your side. He has taken care of us as you envisioned.
Through your eyes. Life is meant to be simple and not complicated. Wealth is good but wealth that’s not tangible is the best. Silence resolves conflict better than war waged. The rod isn’t only a piece of wood, speech can be a rod. Patience is a virtue that the patient aren’t sure they qualify for. Honesty costs nothing. Integrity is something to hold and guard jealously. Faithfulness isn’t just a word. Love isn’t just want the internet gets to see, it’s what your heart rejoices about. Happiness is key even when sometimes you need to give it up for others to have a share of it. A few of the lessons you taught. You hoped you would see in us. I hope when you look at us we don’t have an equivalent in these lessons.


Dear M,

I believe you are fine and well rested where you are. I saw her yesterday and she spoke of you so fondly. She was sad and happy and Jealous. Yes,Jealous that she cant be where you are. But also very careful to make sure she doesnt rush. She is full of life. Ofcourse empty and sad on some days. She does miss you everyday and seeking counsel from everybody else not you has also taken its toil on her. But generally she is good, loved and we make sure we do not allow her room to lack. We try our best.

Its been a while but the wound is fresh like it was yesterday. The shoes are too big to fill but everyone tries. We be counting stars and looking out for which one shines brighter. We dance in the rain believing its you saying you are happy. We whisper to the wind hoping that you are listening some nights are longer than the others but most of all we know you are in a safer place and warm enough.



Letters to Dad

When a man loves God everything is solved.
Dear dad,

I didn’t know how much you loved God till I grew up. I mean some of us believe loving God and all is going to church every other Sunday. But I have only seen you do that once in a year. I have you study your bible daily and seen u mock us that go to church every other day. But I have seen your love and I don’t doubt that you are a man that sought God before anything else. The way you love us. The way you have loved us. If this is how Hosea love Gomer or better still How God loves His church. We surely don’t need to study the bible so hard to know what love is.

I have seen you love everything that is living and is non living. I have on many occasions told people I am a love child and they refused because love children are those made oba before marriage oba when simanyi. But yea you have turned me into one of them. I hope the rest feel the same. I am sure even kaboroga doesn’t want a new owner ever, she has been loved by the best. Selflessly and dearly. I hope and pray I never fall short in this area. I pray God never allows us all to fall short because it will be embarrassing to be brought up by love and yet we don’t know what the hell it is ourselves. Thank you for loving me(us), for being the example, the perfect one. Besides being a comedian. …..

Great full


30 day challenge #13


How about you just read the poem in this link STRANGER WITH MY SECRETS. I dont think they are worth a letter especially because i am not hurt anymore. I reconciled and made peace with myself and wee, i did move on very very well.

So writing them a letter would mean i am so still about it and refusing to accept that i am. i nolonger have anything to say to them even



Love Letters-Valentines

Slowly I inhale your heart

taking in every pain

relating with every sorrow

understanding every depth

reciting poetry at every pump

Savoring your love.

inhaling your fragrance

soaking every tear

your voice sensation

making my words worthless

incensing thoughts

who am I with you

I get lost in the aroma of your love

I find myself drowning

slowly and willingly

hiding my heart beneath Your veil.

Love Letters-13


He watched him get impatient

he was waiting on her text with a pace


one addiction at a time,he said.

how did his friend get here

they enjoyed drugs till she came along

enjoyed friday night with the boys

now he hardly even picks their calls

I love you, she texted back

its like he had won a lottery

how did he even get to this point

he hardly slept if she wasnt home

hardly ate if she didn’t make it

he was sick every time she was away

he was addicted to her love,

her care and her affection

he wanted her each time

needed her daily

He called her Cocaine

because his mind never went to sleep away from her

called her “my addiction”

because they became inseparable

My Love,My sight,My Joy,My sorrow,My Strength

My Addiction.