The Whispers of a Memory

Present but in the past,

A reality once lived but now felt like a healing scar.

She was a memory,

A reminder of what was,

An echo of remembrance,

Gentle like the rays of a setting sun,

Rhythmic like the waves at sea,

Just within earshot like a September wind,

She lingered.

Like a long awaited tight embrace, released.

Like a dream moments after you awake, slipping.

Just within reach like the lyrics to a melody forgotten.

Present but in the past.

A reality once lived but now felt like a healing scar.

The whispers of a memory.

xoxo

Chido Dziva Chikwari

I lost a good friend of mine early this year. There are gentle reminders of her everywhere. I stumble upon pictures of us when I look though my gallery. I think about her when I have questions to ask about parenting; when is a good time to start potty training? Sometimes there are conversations to be had where I feel only she would have understood. There were places we had planned to go and things we had wanted to do. She is gone now but remains with me still. I guess the toughest bit is when I think about her and then remember that she is gone. I can’t send her a random Whatsapp message anymore and the only place when she is truly alive is in my memories but even those begin to fade with time.  

He Prayed for Forgiveness

He was a man who had made a few mistakes on the way.

There were wrongs he had sired which could not be undone.

They hung low in the abyss of his current life.

Just within reach,

Low enough to knock him off his feet and onto his knees.

He prayed for forgiveness,

Looking up and asking the gods to release him.

To break free the shackles that bound him so tightly.

The restraints that gripped his lungs till he felt he could not breathe,

Suffocated.

Surrounded by a darkness that crept into his soul and left him weak.

He prayed for forgiveness.

That if only the voices that whirled in his mind could stop.

If only he could have peace,

Rest.

His wrongs could not be undone.

He was a man who had made a few mistakes on the way.

xoxo

Chido Dziva Chikwari

This piece was inspired by observation. When you watch the people around you it can sometimes spark emotion within you and then sometimes it’s as if you can also feel their lived experiences. It might be a lot more or less intense in reality but the impact is real.

It’s also amazing how when we are down to the last straw we turn to prayer. Begging God to show up, to help us, to release us.

2 Chronicles 7:14

If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.

Keep shining :) 

She was a STAR!

She was a star,

A rising star

The main actor in the show that was her life.

Lights, camera, ACTION!

She was on display,

Displayed for all to see.

To marvel at her magnificence,

Her aura.

The beauty that was her smile,

The confidence that she wore,

Draped so gracefully on her being,

From head to toe,

This was HER life.

It was HER show,

And she was a STAR.

A rising star!

xoxo

Chido Dziva Chikwari

This is a piece about SELF. It is a piece about owning your life and your space. It is a piece about having confidence in yourself and who you are. It is a piece about standing tall despite what the world might see and despite their glaring eyes. It is a piece about progress, about not quite being where you want to be but rising still.

It isn’t inspired by anything in particular, well nothing I am consciously aware of so I’ll end off here with this quote, “She attracted people to her; she had presence, an uncommon magnetism. Documenting her effect on her habitat, a naturalist would likely have compared her to a lioness: strong, sleek, and invariably surrounded by her pride.” – The Reluctant Fundamentalist 


Keep shining :)