Monday 20 May 2013

Poke YOUR Nose into this: The Rotaract Club of Harare West get dirty as they lend a hand in Domboshava!

Not many people have the foggiest of ideas of what Rotaract is or what it’s about or if anyone in it is bone-able. Being a recently inducted Rotaractor and lover of all things interactive I have been asked to explain it numerous times but after this past weekend I can safely say, you need to be in it to get it. That is get knee deep into the selfless action oriented bit (the part that matters) get to have a jam and socialize (the part that also matters *wink*), network and be schooled in thoughts that never crossed your mental server (the reward that comes with the knee deep stuff) and much more I’m probably yet to experience! In simple words its helping other people take care of themselves, its feeding the hungry with a loaf of bread, its teaching them to farm the darn wheat (wheat not weed PEOPLE!), its keeping strangers warm during these cold winter nights; its turning a ‘shamble’ into a walled and floored Home.
That’s precisely what we ‘Wild Wild Westerners’ got up to on an almost early Saturday morning. I say almost because like most things in life we met a few of life’s *EHEM!*, obstacles; road blocks, ‘almost’ flat tyres, not-so-morning-people, possible overloading and transport woes to mention a few!
But with the resilience of 5year olds on a scavenger hunt we pulled through and made it out to the outskirts deep in Domboshava, so deep we made the rest of the trek on foot to a tattered place called home to Baba naMai Passmore; the couple we have been assisting for a little close to a while.



This couple has six children (yes you read right), two girls; Chiedza (1 ½ yrs), the adorable Maude (5yrs) and four boys; Passmore (roughly 16yrs), Goodmore (12yrs), Titus (9yrs) and the both mischievous and timid Joshua (7yrs). Of the bunch only Titus and Goodmore are attending school while Joshua is yet to step into a classroom due to funding. Maude is due for Pre School as well but unfortunately the chorus of funding is certainly sung in the highest note under these circumstances. Stationery, school uniforms, day to day nutritional requirements, a secure roof over their heads, a cement and not dirt floor as well as actual windows lengthen the list of what, not only the family needs BUT what these children deserve as a human right to ‘be’.

The Rotaract Club of Harare West have and continue to do what they can to fill in the blanks where resources can; a blanket here, a pair of previously love clothes here and there, etc

That’s where YOU come in… YOU’RE the missing link… no effort is too small… no donation is irrelevant in cash, kind, time or expertise. At the risk of sounding like a chain message here; take a moment (no, seriously just a minute!), and think of what you have to offer to this family or to the Harare West Rotaractors Club as a member….*moment of silence for your thoughts*

Now Grab this guy's contacts and get involved;
Rotaract Club of Harare West, President Elect :
Victor
:victormabika@gmail.com


 I can’t promise won’t love it though.
 YOU have been warned! #TSKC

Wednesday 8 May 2013

Purple


I think about you, more often than I should really!
As my thoughts saunter between the lines that define that shirt you wear so well…
Purple rain I wish we could dance in
Purple lies as we ride into a lavender peppered sunset
A finish fit for royalty
That sly side smile when I thought I knew you’d walk a mile just to please me
But you waited, No, No, not in a good way
I stayed hopeful that you would, that you still might
But trying as it may have been all we did was fight
A battle of faith, your actions versus the unseen intentions of your heart
Even though we stand apart I hear ‘its’ call,
It whispers, “stay with me Stephanie, won’t you stay?”
It groans, “Fill me, I’m empty”
I say drink me to your fill
Get drunk and giggly, joyful and stupid
My love flows closely to eternity its river far from dry will it be
Dregs have been sustained by endless memoirs of moments
Morsels of moments spent so passionate, beyond tender.
My soul’s intent is fodder to your last steps
‘It’ murmurs hungrily “I love you”

Monday 6 May 2013

Rush


In this life.. I’ve gone through things…
Some grotesque some surreal …
Like an endless movie reel
Life is persistent
 Rolling credits even when they aren’t due.

 It’s just like me and you …
You brought out feelings I couldn’t subdue..
Feelings got sticky and messy like misused glue turned into goo
 Those are my legs turning into jelly
 Just brush past me one last …time
I promise my palms won’t get too sweaty
I’ll seize to be petty about how I am like putty in your hands
 About the ‘who’s- who’s’ and us… if it’s there
 Let ‘us’ rush

 Time waits for no man or woman so I feel even less empowered
Just rush
Let our emotions crash as we ride on that hot wave
Stirred deeper than lust…

We know each other
But we’re out of time …
That is why we must rush..
Do not tarry any longer
We must have each other ravenously…just rush..
Rush towards us
Rush for me.

Right Above It


I’m low
Like I’ve never been before
Like I’ve been given a low blow to the soul
I’m low
Lower than grass roots level
I’m by the water table
Feet in the water, but my throat is in the vocal desert
Empty

Only cries ‘cause I’m headed towards my demise
Tears of salt mingle with the freshest source
Soul soothers stuck at my feet, I might just retreat

Failure to conform
No, failure to fathom
The concoction of present with my saltier past
It won’t settle, it won’t mix
It’s just as Oil and water
It’s right above it
Black and slick blocking my source
My only source of living
The very air and moisture I later perspire
It right above me, I’m right above it
Even though I’m low.