Went to Zimbabwe in July and arrived back in Ireland on the 29th of August. I was happy to be back but sad to be so far away from most of my family. Zimbabwe used to sparkle and and shine and now it's like a dying giant trying hard to hold on to life. The colour is gone from the surroundings as well as the glory that once used to separate it from many other countries on the continent of Africa. I mourn the Zimbabwe of old but I do understand that things had to change dramatically for real change to happen. This change that's there now though left me with many questions. Was it worth it? Are we gaining anything from all that has happened and all that is still going on? How can we manage the corruption that is eroding the country in many ways. It's all very clear and very open and that attitude more than worries me.
I am an eternal hopeful person and hope one day my country of birth will raise up to be better than it ever was. The people there need that, I need that and so do my kids. Don't get me wrong the people there are still fighting on and trying hard to feed their families and survive. They too are not giving up on a better tomorrow and I commend them for that. I will post conversations that I did with various people on their hopes and dreams and how those can resuscitate Zimbabwe.
Most people the first person they ever fell in love with, not dated but LOVED, if they break up and didn't deal with the residual feelings of losing that person especially if it ended when the heart and head where not in the same place when they meet again those feelings will flare up again. It would be different if you were seeing each other often after the break up because that time would have helped to wean yourself off the person. The only problem is that most of the time we think when we walk away and other things, not necessarily people, occupy our lives and minds and we think it’s over. It’s only over when confronted personally within oneself. A bit like meditating on life and finding peace or making peace with the loss and accepting the hurt and allowing oneself to heal and then close that door and move on. Most people don’t do that. Our choices are what make our lives. We can say a lot ...
I
read a poem recently by an 8 year old girl where entitled ‘I Never Had a Life’ and it awakened in me something I had lost a
long time ago. This poem made me realise
that each day is a day I have lived. I
had forgotten that a day is a present and that it’s not tomorrow that’s
important and when I look back at my life I shouldn’t always look too far back,
I shouldn’t look at the most painful memories only but also that I should look
at the last hour, minute or second. I
should learn to laugh again, to smile again and to re-enjoy moments of pleasure
more that moments of trauma and sadness.
It’s hard work but if this girl can see why can’t I?
Most
of our lives are so consumed by tomorrow, next week, next year and the horrible
things of the past. Our future will be
darkened by the past if we don’t let today or each moment be. As I grow older and loving it I have come to
realise that I have spent most of my life with people calling each other crazy. I have been told I am crazy too a lot of
times because of some unconventional thing I did or said. Now I think it’s a compliment to be mad, to ...
