As this new year start, I have been reminded by thee most important souls next to me that I made a vow not to stop blogging. Politics and the strugle to survive sometimes takes the better half of my time. I am not interested in stoping but more focused on observing carfully where I came from.
Growing up for me has been one of the mosz exciting experiences and events of my breathing life. I must admit that it hasnt been always nice or easy, but the harder it was the more exciting now but nontheless then. We as 10 boys at home were brought up with laughter and handwork both my parents made sure we were given equal amout of encouragement in doing what we had to then. I cant stop wondering what would I be and where would I ended up as if it wasnt for my family that dressed me with all the warm clothes I needed then to survive such stormy and heavy weather this life presents now.
I always take time to show appreciation by writing about my journey as I do to this point. My grandma Macingwane use to seat us down and tell good stories of her youth and sometimes we did not finish those stories , we were young and vibrand , full of energy to make us dog tired at that point in a day. She never stop telling stories becaus we always fall asleep. She sang beautiful songs I cant imagine myself singing because they were so complicated for my mind. Now I find myself doing that kind of music and understanding it better than anything.
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