Be the man who can lose everything and still wake up tomorrow ready to rebuild. Betrayal failure humiliation—when nothing works and nobody believes in you. The pressure that buries men before they fight back. Take it all, process it, then face life dead and say: I’ll figure it out.
Day 173 of 365:
Bad intentions rarely arrive looking dangerous. They arrive looking helpful. People with no good intentions don't announce it. They just stay close. And wait. And wait. Guard your light like it's the last candle in the village. They don't want your energy. They want your light out.
I see you!
You are not absent.
You are fighting.
Struggling so that your kids don’t have to.
You’re carrying people who don’t even know they are being carried.
May God grant you the breakthrough that will allow you to spend more time with your kids.
May their mother be your shelter, not another battle.
May your children, when they grow up and understand the price of things, look back and say —
Taata yatulwanirira.
Our father fought for us.
Happy Father’s Day my guy!
I will cherish you, every scar, every soft place
I will cater to only you, learn the lines of your face
Because your happiness is my quiet kind of peace
Everything of me
You can have
You can keep
My energy is yours to waste
Take every drop, every trace
I will exhaust every bit of me
To love only you, my sweet love
Oh Yeah
Baby, you are the life in me
My energy is yours to waste
If there is nothing left of me
Let it be from loving you
My sweet love