Of Blogging Every Day

 

For the past month I have been part of a team of bloggers who pledged to blog every day for the month of September.

One of the objectives of this challenge was simply to see whether it could be done or not, in the way some one climbs to the top of the highest mountain and then when you get to the top you find another mountain to climb.

standing top of mountain clip art

You look like ants from up here

The main objective was to give voice to the African narrative to share posts that help put in to perspective the reality that is my world and if we have enough people telling it, Africa’s voice will be heard this is My Africa and these are my Words

MyAfricaMyWords

#MyAfricaMyWords

It’s not easy, to write everyday but it’s not impossible, life will intrude, it always does but you can either make time or you can make excuses.

One of the greatest lessons I have learned from this blog everyday challenge is that my creativity is boundless, as the sea the more I write, the more I have, it is infinite (Did I low key quote Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, perhaps creativity is like being in love).

I have always had a fear that I am like a precious bottle of creativity and I must pour out each drop carefully, sparingly, the way a miser begrudgingly hands out each coin as if it’s the last; I felt it paid to hoard, lest I find my supply diminished and my precious creativity depleted.

………….Now I will pour and pour and pour…….

When you write every day, it forces you to think about writing, every day. You pay more attention to conversations around you, a sentence you read in a book, a quote from a movie or TV series, a leaf falling softly, to the soft brown earth, everything is a story waiting to be told; no one listens more to your story than the person who will write it down and no one reads it more than one about to write their own. The symmetry of the reader and the writer, one can be a reader and never a writer but a writer must be a reader.

I have interacted with interesting bloggers taking part in this challenge and seeing how they write has helped me to define my voice, to write as the stories should be told, to write as the story teller I am.

Goodbye September and Welcome October

~B

Day 30 of my blog every day challenge

Here is quick way twitter moment of my past posts.

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Of Coffee With Something Mysterious, Something Majestic and Something Mythical

If you were having coffee with me, I would take you through a virtual tour of this tea-pot shaped country of mine, Zimbabwe. I think I would name this tour something majestic, something mysterious and something mythical. Hang on to you tea cups.

Our first stop would be at the Great Zimbabwe Ruins, located a few kilometers from the city of Masvingo.

Great Zimbabwe

The country Zimbabwe’s name is derived from Great Zimbabwe, which literally means Great House of Stone. Sometime between the 12th to 15th century this was thriving settlement, the largest in southern Africa. A demonstration of power opulence and architecture of almost unparalleled brilliance beyond their time.

artist impression of great zimbabwe

View from the top Great Zimbabwe

Second only to the pyramids in Egypt would you be surprised to find people still debate who built this ancient monument? Some have tried to credit it to the Queen of Sheba, Phoenicians, Europeans even perhaps aliens from out of space, but scholars and archaeologists have since agreed Shona ancestors reigned here.

enclosure walls

If you were having coffee with me we would visit the Lodge At The Ancient City a resort on a mountain top overlooking the Great Zimbabwe complex. The resort is fashioned in a stone style and décor that’s natural in tributary reminiscence to the Ancient monuments.

lodge at the ancient city

lodge at the ancient city

lodge at the ancient city

A meal in the Summershed

lodge at the ancient city

A glass of wine in the garden

lodge at the ancient city

A sundowner by the pool

While still in the Masvingo province we will go into the Zaka district to visit Weza. This virtually unknown location has a massive granite structure with a map of Africa etched into it and there are bare footprints round the map as if someone walked on the still molten rock, and drew a map. Who did it? Nobody knows. Maybe it was our ancestors but the soles of their feet must have been fire resistant, and back then how would they have knowledge of maps, a curious school of thought says maybe aliens did it. Some say God did it, because there is a somewhat similar feature in Epworth Harare, a place called Dombo raMwari(God’s Rock)

God's footprint in a rock

We can’t pass through Dombo raMwari without checking out The Balancing Rocks. There is no mystery there each just an interesting geologic feature.

balancing rocks Zimbabwe

you can even find it on our “local currency”

zimbabwean 2 dollar bond notes

If you are having coffee with me we would head out to Chinhoyi to see the caves and the sleeping pool.

 

Why is it so blue? How deep is it where does it end up You can catch more of my thoughts on the sleeping pool here Chirorodziva: The pool of the fallen

Chinhoyi sleeping pool cave

And then a quick visit to Chirinda forest; Chipinge but first we stop by the Christmas Pass on the road to Mutare. Its beautiful at night and the view is breathtaking.

Christmas pass Mutare

night christmas pass

Night mode

The Valley of Giant Chirinda Forest,

Chirinda forest valley of the giants

valley of the giants chirinda forest

The big Tree

the big tree chirinda

This place feels the way a rain forest should feel, trees stretching so high up it boggles the mind. Oh yes and caution; behave with respect and proper reverence or else a fog will befuddle your senses and you wont remember which way you came from or where the car is parked and you are doomed to walk the forest, forever or till you die or whichever comes first; unless your kin can find a traditional doctor to perform an appeasement ceremony.

If you were having coffee with me and we were on a virtual I would tell you that whats visiting Zimbabwe without seeing the animals first hand? We dash off to the Antelope park. It’s an award winning private game reserve located just out of the city of Gweru. They maintain a famous lion pride, and other wildlife trying their best to preserve the ever dwindling animal population that used to roam free wild and graceful before man happened.

A horse drawn carriage ride can get you up close and personal with unexpected friends.

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walk with elephants

walk with elephants antelope park

walk with elephants

Meet the Ngamo pride

Ngamo pride cubs antelope park

ngamo pride antelope park

And as the sunset on our tour we can relax by a fireside

camping in zimbabwe

I will tell you stories, that will keep you up at night, are you afraid of the dark?

~B

PS ah yes the Victoria Falls I didn’t forget about that majestic Smoke That Thunders but I know you know about it already.

Day 29 Blog every day Challenge

 

Photo credits;

Lodge At The Ancient City

Antelope Park 

 

Of Memories Of High School

 

High school memories

 

Vincere caritate Gokomere High school

Vincere caritate

 

It was the best of times,

it was the worst of times,

it was the age of wisdom,

it was the age of foolishness,

vincere caritate

Form ones you are farm animals, you have tails and my job is to cut those tails” those were the first words my agriculture teacher said as he introduced himself to the class. They are burned into my thoughts, I can still recall the chemical humid smell of the agriculture classroom; and the teacher was an imposing man, both in stature and presence.

He carried with him, in his right hand, a rubber whip, the way a king carries a scepter, and as he made his chilling introduction he punctuated every word, with a sickening thud, as the the whip connected with his left palm. He went around class asking students their names with a loud thwack as he brought down the whip on the front desk, almost as if in warning that if you answered wrongly the next blow would land on you.

I spent the next two years being deathly afraid of the agriculture lesson time and no I did not escape unscathed, nobody did. Sooner or later Armstrong tasted your flesh. The whip had a name, his name was Armstrong.

“Bend down touch your toes and…. Smile” he would declare as the whip whistled through the air to land on your bottom. I remember this lad crying out “My God” begging him to stop. And he replied;

I am not God, I am the devil____ touch your toes

I am fairly sure the school let him get away with terrorising us because he was single-handedly responsible for maintaining discipline through out the school. He was the headmaster’s chief whip no pun intended and any teacher having difficulty with students simply threatened to report to the agriculture teacher and the change was instant.

I loved English and literature class, maybe because I was really good at it, I always scored the highest, even got a prize or two.

prize giving

My essays were read out in class and pinned up on the notice board as an example of how you write an essay,  boy did my poor head almost burst. You can imagine what happens next, probably not so I’ll tell you, I free lanced my writing skills, no not anything as crude as cheating on assignments I was straight shooter. I “helped” people write love notes to woo their prospective “girlfriends” and in return they paid in snacks and other commodities valuable to boarding school students, and of course to never reveal my identity.

Who knows maybe back in high school, that boy who swept you off your feet who passed you sweet little notes during study breaks, who left notes in your textbooks and had letters posted and your name called out during dining time that you have mail, that could have been my words you were falling in love with. Ah yes getting letters was quite a big thing then, some people even wrote letters to themselves just to part of the letter receiving click. I wrote lots of letters and got lots of letters back I was king of that click.

Thinking about it I am surprised it only one person actually caught me out. My best friend had the hots for this girl and he asked me to work my magic, which I did. I was usually careful to try and tone it done and write the way said person would write even ask them to present a sample of the letters they wrote, so I could copy their writing style. The girl was a difficult conquest and I could see we were losing her  but I love a challenge, so I pulled out the big guns and wrote like I had never written before, I surprised even myself, and my friend was this close to getting the girl…..

Until out of the blue, the girl tricked me into a conversation which I inadvertently revealed my hand by making reference to something I should have no knowledge of.

I secretly hoped it was you all along and you have just proved it…..” She said as she hugged me.

My best friend walked in, looked at me like I had a shiny sword in hand and would stab him in the back, he walked out back wards….

What came after maybe a story for another day….

~B

Day 28 blog every day challenge

How was your high school memories like?

You can find snippets of my other adventures; playing with fire HERE and something about ghosts HERE

Of The Gender Equation

Confession I do not understand feminism.

Now that I have got that declaration out of the way, this me trying to make sense of it. If you are reading this and see where I get lost please feel free to jump in and explain.

I have read about it and let me say I have had it (feminism) explained to me a couple of times it makes sense at the time (sometimes) and then I see someone else who says they are no longer one (they used to be but not anymore) and explain their standing usually and that also makes sense and I have seen those who have never subscribed  to this and perfectly comfortable in their status quo roles, what they have to say also makes sense; Then you see someone whose hard line stance seems to imply all men must fall and everything you(as men) say will be used against you… so I listen and I don’t understand and I cant ask because I am a male our male privilege makes us the problem….. I stay silent, afraid to say the wrong thing.

I understand the need to address gender imbalance especially in the working world where women are less likely to gain positions of power not for lack of skill or knowledge but simply that they are women, whose place should be in kitchen. Traditionally we have had instances where a girl child was withdrawn from school so that her brother could get an education because why go school if she is just going to get married and have babies.

Our society has been largely patriarchal traditionally and culturally, there is always resistance to change especially to new ways of thinking but minds are slowly opening it’s a process that wont happen overnight, equal rights equal opportunities, empowerment…..

But fundamentally we are not the same male and female, we are different, our genetic makeup is different, the hormones that course through our endocrine system are different and so how we feel and even think is different …..

NoTe I am not saying one sex is superior to the other I am simply saying different, difference is not a bad thing. Can we accept our differences, correct what needs fixing  and still find ways to get along?

Who is a feminist?

I found to this flow chart By Rebecca Searles for The Huffington Post which simplifies it to this

are you a feminist

are you a feminist?

Maybe it oversimplifies the definition here is another by Emer O’Toole for The Guardian who has this flow chart

Are you a feminist

Can a guy be a feminist? The verdict is still out on that one, some say its possible, some vehemently say no, some say men can only be allies…..

And then there is another brand of feminists with rather radical views that you find them up in arms even with fellow feminists, words are redefined and meanings changed and definitions are lost and on the internet it just becomes a messy affair…..

This image is a crude representation of what everything devolves to

opinions

 

This is such an awkward post for me because to be honest I am a little afraid of the way the internet reacts to any perceived wrong not by correcting the fault but by bullying.

We need to be better human beings

~B

ps waits  for the storm to start

day 27 blog everyday challenge

Of Evolution Of Technology

The evolution of technology

The advancement of technology will be the death of us or rather the end of the human race as we know ourselves….

Advanced Technology.jpg

The more we become a global village, the more alike we become and the less individual we are….

global village

Growing up, we didn’t watch much TV. The television station only broadcasted for a few hours starting at 3pm and the main news bulletin at 8pm followed by a late prime time movie or show and TV ended by 10pm. Before a movie started a warning came up advising what sort of age restrictions the movie had and if it was no under 18 then we knew it was off to bed we went, even if it was not a school night.

We played outside, and got holes in our clothes the hard way, in the playground, falling from swings, trees, rooftops, fortunately for me, I never broke anything, but I still have scars to show for it. When there was a telephone call and it was for you, you answered it right there in the living room the only privacy you got was what the length of the phone cable allowed. You finished your call and everyone would be looking; waiting for you to spill the beans, so who  was that and what was that all about…… You did not get up and walk away from your family and friends like you discussing a clandestine affair.

The most mischief I got into was stealing my brother’s wire model toy car….

wire toy car

I was shocked to learn that Toys “R” US is going bankrupt. I don’t think they had a branch in Zimbabwe but their toys made their way into our homes, hearts and childhood memories. Why are they bankrupt? Who knows why exactly; debts, the rise of online shopping and I would hazard a guess; that kids want the latest version smart phones, portable multimedia players, game consoles, laptops and would rather play with these gadgets than go outside and play with others.

The next generation is slowly becoming antisocial hanging out with virtual friends than real people.

virtual world

The internet never sleeps and anytime you say good night to the real world and log in to your night mode settings; whats on your mind?

whats on your mind

Trolling in the deep, you do it for the likes. You ridicule someone’s opinion, you share your unpopular opinion and defend it with a vengeance, screenshots and memes.

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 “Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.”

–Oscar Wilde

The internet is a mask, it never sleeps and it never forgets

We gladly wear this mask because beneath it, we don’t exist

Give me an internet connection and phone or laptop and I am a warrior championing cause breaking the internet and taking names…

They tell you not to objectify people but the internet makes us all objectionable packaged into little likes retweets faves and hastags.

You agreed to this click to proceed

terms and conditionsAre you over 18?

Yes To Enter or No To Exit

Hot singles in your area want to meet you…

A new phone is unveiled and your face is your password; phones are adapting becoming a greater part of our lives with each advancement stripping our morals away and assuming greater control of us…..

leash

who holds the leash?

 

phone zombie.jpgWho or what are we becoming ?

~B

PS in the next generation children are just going to start being born with phones for hands

Day 26 Blog Every day challenge

Photocredit Crack of Death

 

Of Memories Of Christmas Past

Christmas is the one holiday I look forward to all year round. I see some shops have started advertising Christmas Specials, so its not too early to talk about the festive season………

You know its almost Christmas when you walk into a shop and they are playing carols and of course a Santa Claus post where you get your photo taken, sitting on s red suited guy’s lap. This is mostly kids stuff. I don’t think have had my photo taken with Father Christmas since I was in kindergarten. It used to be such a big deal and you would get a gift box too, I don’t remember if our parents paid for it, if they did they never said and we never thanked them for it.

Note to myself: This year I am definitely having my photo taken with Santa or I just might be Santa my beard is practically all white I could pull off the look.

Grey Beard

Rasta Santa

Rasta Santa

Its weird how we grow up and things that seemed to be super important when we were toddlers suddenly have less significance. All the thoughts we lose on our way to becoming adults. I can remember past Christmas holidays from my childhood as if they happened just yesterday but I can hardly remember my last Christmas. If baby me met grown up me I wonder if I would like or even recognize me…..

Growing every Christmas we got new clothes, new shoes and then a gift probably a toy or board game. You would wake up on Christmas morning and you could practically smell Christmas. Christmas smells like my mum’s baking; a multi-coloured cake we called The Rainbow cake. I thought it looked a touch hideous but my grandmother loved it to bits so every Christmas it showed up; it was tradition.

I remember grandma telling me the story of how a saviour was born in a stable and lay in manger and how we must not forget the true meaning of why we celebrate Christmas,

nativity manger scene

if it was not true then why do all the cows and goats wake up facing east, on Christmas mornings they watch the sunrise; to honour a king.

livestock facing the rising sun

look east

I never saw them actually do this and grandma used to laugh when I asked and she would say I was not waking up early enough…. I haven’t seen them do it but I tell the story anyway…. Just like how at midnight of the New Year, if you listen very carefully you can hear the New Year starting like a distant rumbling or earth quake….

Whats Christmas without a tree?

Christmas Tree

Whats a Christmas tree without decorations?

Christmas decor

 

Christmas decorWhats Christmas breakfast without tea with jam and bread and cake

Sun Jam on bread

Whats Christamas without memories like these:

family

family

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Christmas seems like an affair for children but don’t be fooled, the older generation are moved beyond words at a chance to see their children with their children’s children and possibly their children’s children’s children since it now seems we only ever gather like this at funerals….

Writing this post has put me in the festive spirit and this Christmas I will definitely put in the effort, I’ll even buy cards and post them, I’ll dress up in a red jump suit and give gifts, I will tell stories and create timeless memories……

Stay festive

~B

PS and of course a barbecue…..

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Day 25 Blog everyday challenge

Of Pure Love

A Guest Post
My name is Rachel and am a Nigerian. Am a wife  and a mother of three. I have tried to participate in this challenge but failed. This may be my only contribution to this challenge (sorry B I tried). I don’t have a blog so am sending this by e-mail. I don’t consider myself a writer, but I love to read, well it’s worth mentioning that Big B, as i like to call him has put in two of something I wrote on his blog as a guest: (Coffee With A Musing Stranger and Blessed woman)
I love acting especially in Church; smiles :). I have written a few gospel stage plays and I acted in one film. Two of my poems were published in my department news paper during my university days. But I love to  read, even though I need to revive my  reading culture ( being a mother is not easy) that brings me to the main story,  sorry for the long intro…. .
AWKWARD CONVERSATION AND PARENTING.
How are you mummy?” l always answered “am fine“.
I remember an incident with my elder son “Jojo”. We had traveled home to my grandparents place, he was about four years old. At night we all went to bed and he was all so sleepy, but insisted on the ” how are you mummy” question he always poses at me. He loves saying that a lot and I do my best to answer him each time “fine dear“, I answered, but  this time he kept repeating it and each time I answered  “am fine”, then he said, “Mummy say how are me” meaning I should also ask him how he is,   “how are you dear“, I said, immediately after he answered fine and was already asleep soon after.
It is my younger son ” Isy” that made me realize what it all really meant, it means “I love you mummy”. So whenever they tell me Mummy how are you, my answer will always be. “I LOVE YOU TOO“.
i-am-blessed
THE JOY OF BEING A MUM. “You get paid with pure love” 💓
Day 24 blog everyday challenge.. A special guest post by Rachel
~B

 

PS Thank you Rachel ♥♥

Of Hair Like Mine

 

I am still not my hair but people identify me via my hair, some people don’t even know my name, they just call me Rasta…..

My Hair.jpg

me from a year ago:

my afro locks

See my circle ….

My Circle

spot me

My hair is more than shoulder length.. and I still wake up like this….

I wake up like this

But having hair this long has its moments……..

hair tied.pngIts strange how when my hair was shorter, I used to find every reason to tie it up into a pony tail but not now….I prefer my hair free…

but I still get moments when:

A strand of hair moves over my arm or neck and my heart stops because you think it’s a spider or a snake….(o.o)

to be honest I was thinking more of the ghostly apparitions from the exorcist or insidious or conjuring or paranormal activity then decided you might relate more to spiders/snakes better than super natural entities…. A ghostly caress… goosebumps

When I bite a burger, I have to pay extra attention, its very easy for a strand of hair to get entangled and find its way into my mouth….., it doesn’t taste very good…..

Pay special attention, when I brush my teeth, I have to tie up my  hair unless I want my locks toothpaste coloured.. which I don’t…

And little kids are such terrorists… They will grab hold and not let go…..

And then there is that moment when a random stranger says:

“Omg I love your hair”
You  are all tongue tied trying to figure the best way to say “thank you”
And they tell “Hey, I am a hair dresser I can retouch your hair…. “(o.O)
So was the compliment real or just a means lie to get your attention cause if they wanna redo your hair it looks horrible……

What crazy moments has your hair gotten you into..???

~B

Day 23 Blog everyday challenge

Of Perfume: The Story Of A Would Be Murderer

Dear Perfume Companies:
Please put a suggested serving size on your bottles. You know like on a medicine bottle:

dosage

Dab LIGHTLY on pulse points
Do NOT marinade in it.
in event of overdose take a shower

Sincerely,
A guy sitting next to one of your most over-zealous customers in a public taxi and contemplating murder

~B

Ps I’m extremely confident that the “dosage instructions” would never say empty entire contents of bottle onto person and have a nice day.
The windows in this vehicular conveyance are all emergency exits and can not be opened; except by kicking them out (in case of emergency)

Emergency Exit
I think such an instance constitutes an emergency…

Of Windows Updates

Do the people at Microsoft know how much the internet costs for some of us in developing countries because the size of some of these updates are not friendly at all? Do you ever wake up to find your PC has downloaded updates while you were sleeping, and finished a significant chunk of your data?

Maybe you hadn’t even noticed all you know is that your data package gets depleted real quick and you might even suspect either the internet service provider is cheating you or someone is hacking your internet.

hacked

Yet the culprit is right on your lap or desk….

If you use capped internet you might want to keep an eye on how your laptop or Desktop computer updates, to preserve your precious data

data usage

If you are running Windows 10 go to your Update and Security settings click on the defer updates function (if you have it, some versions dont)

defer updates

Some Windows 10 editions let you defer upgrades to your PC. When you defer upgrades, new Windows features won’t be downloaded or installed for several months. Deferring upgrades doesn’t affect security updates. Note that deferring upgrades will prevent you from getting the latest Windows features as soon as they’re available.

Microsoft Help

Next go to Network Settings > Advanced Options

Toggle ON Metered connection

metered connection

This means the machine will recognise that you are not on an  unlimited internet plan  and will refrain from downloading unnecessary updates, of course Windows will still download “priority” updates……

You should be basically good to go, but if you want to take it a step further, you can totally disable the update service (although Microsoft does not recommend you do this, since you might miss out on critical updates……)

Press windows key + R button to start the run command

Type service.msc and click ok

service.msc

service.msc

Scroll down the list that appears and find Windows update

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Double Click and change to disabled.

You will never get new updates from windows again, you are welcome.

N.B. To reactive updates simply follow the above steps and set back to automatic.

Hope you find this useful, it’s easy enough and not very technical and your data will thank you for it. I tried it out using a windows 10 machine but I understand this also works on some versions of windows 8 and windows 8.1

If you ever try this hack let me know………

~B

Day 21 of my blog everyday challenge