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LUNGS.

by Kevin Chimuka

When last did you shed tears?
No. When last did you cry for yourself?
When the world turned against you
No one offered you any help.
Your heart crumbled under the pressure
As your soul shrieked in pain.
Did anyone hear you crying?
Was it all in vain?

Have you ever felt like you were drowning,
Yet couldn’t shed a single tear?
All the pain and despair would grow inside you
And you knew not, how to make it disappear
Long days, trying to reach for air
Cold nights, praying for the release
Itching, scratching inside your head.
All you wish for is some peace.

Ever felt like you were dying?
Winter doesn’t feel as cold as it should.
A rare smile, the only sign of life
Avoiding it as much as you could
Living is a result of birth
Being alive is a state of being
You’re born into this world
But you felt, you could never be

When last did I cry for myself?

 

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This Love.

“Will you give me your life
When I risk losing mine?
Will you die a million times
As long as I’m fine?”
The bond of souls,
Our interlocking fingers.
Your presence devoid
But the memories linger

“Do I leave or do I stay?”
Cet amour n’a pas été apprécié

Shadows in a cold room,
This strange world keeps you distant.
Yet the wounds bleed for you.
My skin craves you at every instant.
Your touch doesn’t feel the same
Lips don’t remember my name
Eyes look at me with shame
I feel like I’m to blame

“Am I enough? Show me the way!”
Cet amour n’etait pas recompensé

Is love all that can fill your cup?
Are tears worthy, if I don’t have enough?
When I run out, will you be there,
To show that even you do care?
Do you like the smell of rain,
Beauty of grey clouds,
Dancing of violent waves,
And loving without a sound?

“Does he love me? Have I gone astray?”
Cet amour a été miné
Cet Amant….

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2016: What I Learnt From My Setbacks.

2016: What a year it has been! As we come close to the end of the year, I have taken some time to reflect on how it all panned out for me. I must say, I went through so many ups and downs.

The year started on a good note for me, my career gained so much momentum. I was in the driving seat for crucial aspects of the projects I was engaged in. At the big bank I was working for, my professional growth was meteoric. I was also privileged to have managed to attract loved ones around me in the same time period 🙂

Unfortunately, I lost so much of that in the space of a day. I was jobless with many bills to pay and no regular income. At the same time I had also commenced a very costly project for my personal advancement. Everything was on the verge of collapse and I just didn’t have the financial muscle anymore.

As if this was not enough, I lost a large portion of my savings to poor investments. The worst heartbreak was when my laptop got stolen at the airport; it was a huge blow as this was one of the last few things that were keeping my sanity intact. My data, memories, freelance projects were all gone (yes I know, I should have backed it all up).

I dealt with this heartbreak and embarked on a recovery path. Of course, this was not done the perfect way. There were many casualties along the way, notably my mental wellness. I was mentally wrecked, obliviously. I thought I was fine, but in essence I was not. I damaged so much and many dear relationships along the way.  I was imploding, depression is a slippery slope!

One thing though, I didn’t lose hope. I owned up my mistakes and with lots of grace from those I damaged, I was granted forgiveness and a fresh chance to start over. Professionally, I also didn’t throw in the towel, I kept on improving myself. I took the sabbatical as a chance to study and push myself to be the best I could be for my next professional assignment. It was when I was in the abyss that I managed to build an e-commerce platform for a firm that is now reaping massive profits from utilising that platform. I find so much satisfaction in this achievement. Talk about celebrating small victories 😉

As you can see, it really wasn’t an ideal year. It was full of so many challenges, heartbreaks and surprises. I did not, however, see all this as failure, but as total gain. I managed to discover new strengths that drove me forward.

Embrace your challenges and reach within yourself, you will find the strength to take you forward!

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Tehn Diamond’s A Few Good Poems: A Review

This Isn’t The Only Review That Matters.

I tweeted some time around the release of Zimbabwean rapper Tehn Diamond’s debut album, that there was no objective way to review music. I don’t believe it works. All you can really do is give your own opinion while taking into consideration the opinions of other people. Continue reading