Tempest of Emotions 

At times I feel worn out by the hectic life. One minute you are running to catch the bus,  next, you are to complete an assignment 12 noon. The phone rings and rings but I refuse to answer it. “Kudzai, Kudzai , do that, do this. Can you work can you talk to this person”. Why does it feel like I am trying to chase the wind ? 

That is when He reminds me that there will be times when I will feel tossed around by the tempest of emotions. 

When this happens, I have to look for a sacred space within me. The Creator of my life gives me peace . His spirit resides in me. 

Last night, the Creator whispered in my ear. “Kudzai, Sharon take some time to rest in peace. After a while, when you are ready , come out to face the world again”. 

That surely made  me feel better today 


Hmm what is Serving God ?


Walking in the streets of Middlesbrough, listening to Micheal Jackson  and murmuring Wanna Be Starting Something. The liquid sun at its perfection shinning on my shades, I found myself in the presence of two ladies. I had been glazing at the beautiful grass near the new building The Curve at Teesside University. Loads of freshers standing outside the University were interacting with each other, some taking selfies and others just chit chatting. Here I am blasting my music to myself in my Beats by Dr Dre. It was surely a wonderful walk down home from the town centre of Boro.

As I was enjoying this moment, the two ladies from a distance appeared to be cheerfully eager to meet and evangelize to me. I guess I had no choice but to give them audience as they gave me welcoming smiles .”Hello, busy lady, I see you are enjoying your music,” one of the ladies said. As if people could actually notice how I was enjoying the music.

Then she said, “Well, are you a christian ?”. I agreed

Well, Do you go to church and what do you do in church? I told her my passion was the sunday school teaching.

Her Last Words to me were so intriguing that I found my self thinking back and forth what she had said.

Remember to serve God , well and fully. Don’t do it half half (African Accent)

Those words kept running back and forth in my head.

Here, I am sat on my bed and not bothered about the state of my room but at this moment in time I m just thinking what she meant….SAM_3020

My question to you all today is what can you define as serving God

How well can one serve God ?

Is going to church and performing duties or praying to God a way of serving God?

What is Serving God ?

If you are not serving God then what should you do ?

Out of Control 

Why am I in this disarray state of life? Now, I am out of control. If only I could scream so loud, maybe you would flee away from me.
Once upon a time, I was happy and in charge of a pleasant life. Stability was my potion. Fit like a soldier, an army of my own. How I ruled the world with my strength.

Suddenly, you entered my blood stream. How you penetrated through my veins, I have no clue. Abruptly, you are causing confusion in my world. My body starts to shiver. My throat becomes sore that I can’t swallow. Everything becomes arduous to chew. I can barely hear the mill as it grinds the maize. Even the song of a bird, I can’t hear the music play in the morning. Eyes struggle to see clearly as they are too dim. My body is out of control as you take refuge. The arms that protected me are trembling; my legs start to grow weak. I have become so numb. Who have I become?

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Taking Chances

What do you think of taking chances?


Can you ever do things without over planning or knowing what will happen next ?

Waking up in the morning is a chance of living given by God.  Who knew we would be awake today. To be here today, it was hope alone that made us willing to live. I believe taking chances or risks is  away of being limitless. All things are possible if we let go. Sometimes we have to let the gut instinct or intuition lead us to what is unknown.


Photographer : Kudzai Pasirayi

Location : Albert Park, Middlesbrough, UK