Here is a word we hear about a lot these days. Politicians talk about a broken world as terror attacks are on the increase. There seem to be a lot of hatred, some people have decided to go on a war path for reasons only they know.
What is regrettable is that those who are caught in cross fire are those who are already struggling or ordinary people caught while they are going about their own lives. The question is what is the purpose of this unnecessary loss of life? We can never get an answer to this question except that humanity is really broken.
Is it because humanity has turned its back on God every one claiming they can get along on their own. One person sit with a tablet or laptop and get all the information they want to know including how to end other people’s lives.
How can we mend the brokeness, I do not think we can except that as individuals we begin to think of others before ourselves. Each one of us would go back to value life, no life deserves to be ended unnecessarily.
What a prompt on this last day of one word prompts, from the day it was announced that prompts were no longer going to be done I have been regretting why I had not written as often as I was able. I wish procrstination had not get the better of me.
Retrospection always make you regret what could have been, if I had written as many posts as there were prompts I would have a lot of posts to draw from for where I want to take my blogging.
As I look back now on the ones I did write I am surprised as my own thought processes how I interprets each prompt taking it where ever the direction it felt good to me.
Some of them took me to places which I could have happily avoided, but interesting enough writing posts on issues which had caused me pain in my past become a very positive therapy.
What a journey I have been these past seven years thanks to the team who motivated all of us to write. The challenge now is where do I go from here begin to have my own ideas of what I want to write and post on the Reader. I wonder what it is going to happen if I put off writing with the prompts, would I ever get myself motivated enough to write. It is going to be a challenge which I am will to face head on. Who knows this may be what I needed to take my writing to the next level.
I loved the weekly photo challenge of the 9th of May. The brief was to show one’s safe space in other words where one finds themselves. I love being out doors I love the natural landscapes, and just being in the natural environment
I am sure those who follow my blog already know I am at home and feel I belong when I see sunsets and sunrises, as a religious person the time I feel most connected to God is watching the sun setting. My first photos has to do with that.
This is in Manna pools a resort in Zimbabwe I love the sight with mountains in the background and that dead tree in the middle just add to the beauty.
While Zimbabwe and Zambia share the these falls I think the Zimbabwean side is the best because nothing can beat that sunset over the falls and that can only be seen from the Zimbabwean side of the falls. Every time I am holidaying in the falls I feel very close to God.
This was sent to me by I friend, I am using this photo the reflect where I belong ‘OUT DOORS’
Having not posted for a while, I seem to be organized now I have some time to catch up with writing posts. The daily word prompt for the 4th of May was ‘tide’ which is associated with the rise and fall of sea level.
I was born and brought up in a landlocked country which means until I came to live in the U.K. I had no experience of the sea tides, however I have experience of the rising tide of the African nationalism which started in the late 1950s and 1960. I was about 10 years old when my father got involved in the politics of our nation. A wind of change was sweeping through out the African continent
The whole continent was ruled by some colonial power from the West, in that decade most African countries held the political ideology that any nation should govern itself, free from unwanted outside interference and determine its own destiny. In our household I often heard my parents talk about the development and maintaining our own national identity based on the African characteristics such as culture, language, race, religion, and political goals.
As the tide of nationalism swept throughout the continent some African countries took up arms to liberate themselves from colonial rule, others negotiated the change without having to resort to armed struggle. One by one some countries got their independence and became sovereign states. Zimbabwe was one of those which had to use the armed struggle to attain independence which was realized in 1980. On the 17th April 1980 a Zimbabwean flag was raised to mark self governance we all felt great that we could determine our own destiny. As to where we are now 37 years after that change is another story which is for another post.
A bit behind with last week’s photo challenge it is better later than never.
Looking up to these beam lines adds to the beauty of this chapel.
A line of the candles in that window
White peacock’s further lines are so exquisite.
As a blogger it is fitting that I finish my interpretation of the lines photo challenge with lines of books.
I love to plan in great detail, if I am given a task to do especially when I am asked to organize an event I just find myself spending hours and weeks even, making sure I have planned in detail. I am not satisfied with any detail being ambiguous I want even the minute detail to be clear.
Today’s word prompt ‘elaborate’ used as an adjective is about working out in great detail or executing with great minuteness or marked by intricate and often excessive detail.
This photo describes ‘elaborate’ for me:-
It is interesting how nature displays the minute details of plants. Every time I look at this photo I am amazed at the detail of this plant which grew on a bridge wall every intricate detail of the plant is shown.
The time of year I love most in Zimbabwe is spring when all leaves begin to sprout again for the summer season. Every where you as between and September different rusty shades are plentiful as the photographs I have chosen for this challenge will show.
This is at the beginning of springs from mid August you can see trees beginning to leave again after winter.
To see the spring colours springing up among the beautiful rocks is just breath taking.
Sometimes I just want to hold back the season so that I can enjoy for ever these beautiful colours.
The grasses tend to blend in with the trees at this time of the year. This is my interpretation of Prolific.
When I saw the 17th of April one word prompt I thought what a word to write a post, the more I thought about it the more I was warming to the idea of writing a post. The word ‘fret’ is sometimes inter changed by the words ‘whinge’ and ‘moan’ which are used by someone who is certainly nothing to be happy about. Collins dictionary’s definition of fret is to worry about the smallest of problems, reinforcing the state of someone who has nothing to be happy about.
I am not a medical doctor nor am I a psychologist, but when someone consistently moans about everything need to be checked out. I am aware that life consists of happy times and challenging times, and to get frustrated with some aspects of life is part of being alive. I guess now and then it is helpful to have a rant about things which frustrates but that must not be a life style. Yes once in a while you may want to have a moan but never allow it to be the norm.
While there are many things which cause us to fret, there are many things to make us celebrate being alive. Recently I had reasons to whinge about, things were not going as well as I would like them to in addition my father died, and everywhere I turned things were just going wrong. I noticed all my conversations were characterized by few moans, I moaned about how politicians in my home land were getting it all wrong as far as governing is concerned. I moaned about the rain for ever falling here in the U.K. I found myself in a state of constant irritation and anxiety. Did my fretting change the state of things? The answer is a resounding NO! so what is the purpose of fretting?
It is spring here and the daffodils are in full bloom and brightening the surroundings as they grow in the wild surely just enjoying their beauty will lift up any spirits which is vital for my well being. Fretting on the other hand can only result in poor health condition which enhance the state of constantly fretting. I resolve to quit fretting wishing me luck.
This week’s photo challenge is about telling a story with our photographs. I decided to use photographs which my 11 year old granddaughter took .
Working for the church as I do, I seem to have a lot to do that I never seem to get time to do things just fun. Last weekend my daughter decided that I should join her and family and go to a farewell do of a friend who has decided to emigrate to Australia. I will let the photographs do the telling:-
For my grand daughter it was great to be able to take selfies with grandma!
The fun was taken to higher level when my grand daughter showed me what she is able to do with the selfies!
My grand daughter had a great time showing off her skills in taking photographs of her mum and her I which impressed me greatly.
The one activity I engage in regularly is look at sunrises and sunsets if I do manage to catch them. Those close me will testify that I think Zimbabwe is blessed with the best sunrises and sunsets. I am obviously biased because it my country but honestly speaking some days sunrises and sunsets are spectacular and for me they are ‘Out of this world’ other people can think otherwise I am happy with that:
Check this one which was taken about two weeks ago by my friend of mine at Mana Pools one of the many tourist resorts in Zimbabwe:-
Photographs can never do justice as seeing the sunsets live as far as I am concerned this is out of this world .