Love sought for me...

It was right in the midst of a terrible storm...
I was frightened because it was so dark...
My clothes were wet and my body was numb from the cold
My feet were swollen and blistered because i had walked many a mile
In search of a place to call home....
A safe place to rest.
I started crying because I was frightened and alone...
I needed somewhere to hide ...a safe shelter from the storm
But there was nothing in sight...

Then Love beckoned me....
I was too scared to trust....
Having been used and abused in the past i put up a defence
But love wouldnt give up on me...
Love cried and pleaded with me and
Wouldnt leave my side...

Love was beside me in storm and wouldnt leave
I laid down my defence and gave in...and followed Love
Then Love brought  me Home
Love welcome me into my new Home with Acceptence
Thats where I intend to stay till Jesus comes back for me...
To take me to the Home that He is preparing for me...

Written By Tafadzwa Lillian Gotora 2008

Deaths of my parents...

It all came about rather suddenly, my father was 69 years old and to me, he was my hero. He was Superman. The strongest, most accomplished man I had ever met. He worked hard and was eternally devoted to his family. Never in my wildest dreams, did I ever consider he would become sick in any way .He started to forget things and his personality began to change and it broke my heart.One day he drove off and got lost and had no idea where he was, I called him on his cellphone and he kept telling us the wrong thing and then we heard someone talking in the background and we asked dad to give the other person his phone and he did...and we asked that person where dad was and he told us..thats how we found him.

Suddenly dad needed to be babysat as he would walk out of the house and then start calling out that he was lost, it broke my heart to witness how his confusion terrified him and so drastically there was a reversal of roles as I had to take care of him and he could no longer father me.When he went in for surgery on his prostate I had a hunch he would never get up again and he indeed never got up again and eventually died on the 4th of May 2005 a month before his 69th birthday on a Wednesday afternoon in my mum's arms. He was the family's pillar and was the breadwinner not only for his family but his siblings' families as well as my grandmother so it was devastating and a very heavy blow to me since I was his favourite child I think because we were so alike and I suppose because I was born when both he and my mum were old and in their forties. I relied on my dad for affirmation and was pampered and spoiled by him so much , he never forgot my birthday, right now I still have the old birthday cards he bought me and the expensive silver watch he bought me when I turned 21 because he couldn't find a 21st birthday key.

Although I handled my emotions well after the funeral, I fell apart a few months later.The one thing I am grateful for is though daddy lost his sense of times and places he never forgot who he was or forgot his close family and because I was out of work that time I had anopportunity to take care of him and honour him for the way he showed me love .. Fortunately the time he died I had started working so I bought him a beautiful white and gold casket to go home in.The funeral went well; we buried him in his home village in Chiweshe on a mountain where his ancestors and forefathers are all buried. There were so many people it was unbelievable that my dad made such an impact on people's lives, I listened to their testimonies of my dad's generosity and kindness and cheerfulness.Being such a staunch Anglican my dad's funeral went the way he would have wanted....there were swarms of people in blue and white uniforms, His parish priest even came all the way to the village for the funeral and so we had a mass and holy communion before he was laid to rest. I felt so proud to be his daughter....He was such a special man.

My mother's death hit me harder, I think. When mum got ill with Meningitis the following year in 2006 in the month of April, watching her in pain was difficult...because sometimes she would cry out in pain and my sister and aunts would run and attend to her whileI'd just cover my head with my blankets because I couldn't stand to face what was happening. As a result of the meningitis she lost her hearing and sight and it pained me when she wouldn't recognise me and we couldn't communicate but the last evening I saw her alive, she couldn't hear me then I prayed that God would intervene and we managed to talk, she even remembered me then and asked me that 'how come I managed to hear?' She then promised me that the next day she would be better after her bath. And truly the next day after her bath, she sat up and talked and miraculously recognised all the people who visited her that day.That was the last day I saw her alive because I lived and worked in a different town. She then got worse the following week and later died in her sleep, I was at work during that time. I think she left me with a wonderful memory of her temporarily recovering her hearing and sight and being able to sit up and chat to her visitors.During mum's funeral I couldn't cry and was so out of touch.

Although my mum was a quiet and unassuming woman, I was amazed to see the number of people who came to pay their last respects to her and even when she was ill,she had many visitors, I remember when she was in hospital my dad's cousin Joseph Msika who is the Vice President of our nation Zimbabwe visited her and everyone at the hospital was shocked that such a humble woman received such an important visitor who at that time was also recovering from liver surgery and yet he visited my mum in his poor state of health.

Mom died in her sleep on the 17th of May 2006 at the age of 61 on a Wednesday like my dad and exactly a year after him, she looked so peaceful in her casket like she was sleeping and had a feint smile and was buried in her Anglican Church 'Mother's Union' uniform. There were so many people who came to pay their last respects, and because she was a nurse in the Mazowe district for almost 30 years there were senior Ministry of health officialsand many nurses in uniforms. When we were going to bury her the nurses in uniform were marching in front of the hearse with burning candles and then the Anglican Church 'Mother's Union'ladies in uniform marched behind the nurses. At the gravesidethe nurses again made that Florence Nightingale Nurses' Pledge(that they make when they qualify) and lit candles in honour of my mum and then handed over to the church to conduct the burial.The amazing thing is my mum was a very simple person and very humble I never thought she would get the accolades and honour she got....but now I realise she not only touched our family's lives but many people through her job and her humility.

I'm not sure what the true test of life is, but death is truly one of the exams. I have learned so much, and regretted so much.I have reflected and pondered and am still at a loss. When my dad died, I had lost a parent. When my mom died, I lost a family....Mom was the one who kept my siblings and me together, and made us feel like we still had a home, and a parents love and in a way was the link to most relatives. When she went, so did that feeling. Confusion and loneliness is an understatement. It was terrifying. Someone said that "when we lose a parent we lose partof ourselves, we lose our childhood, and our youth is behind usforever. This is a Grief in itself." The death of a parent shakes the very foundation of our lives and the death of both parents means having to stand alone...as a fully fledged adult.Losing both parents has become a spur to review my priorities and values. Suddenly wealth and possessions are not the be all and end all to me, having family, being rooted in the Lord, doing things I love to do like reading a good book with a glass of wine by the side etc are the most valuable things now.I still think about them everyday. I still yearn for their pride,their approval and just assume it is there. I want to do well and make them proud. It hurts though that they will not be there to see me get married, celebrate the births of my children and my children will never know them. My parents will never be there to share my successes and failures and future joys and sorrows. I know they have become heavenly spectators and are looking down on me with a tear in their eyes spurring me on to keep running the race....because that's just how parents are.

The story of my redemption....

My first encounter with the Lord was at the tender age of nine at Amandas Sunday School when I was led to the Lord by a woman named Denise Gaisford who was then my teacher. I got my first bible then after reciting 3 memory verses to Denise, I fell in love with the Bible then and couldn’t stop reading it. I enjoyed reading it so much that soon my fairytale books like Cinderella and Snow White then took second place to the Bible because it captured me and I was so busy memorising new memory verses so Denise could give me more Bible stickers to stick in my new Bible. My family was Anglican and yet not regular attendants at that time. I was so hungry for God that at the age of eleven I asked Denise to pray for me to receive the gift of tongues, I never received it then but I was still yearning for more of God. I attended many Scripture Union Camps at that time.

At the age of twelve I was a boarder at my school and young lady who was Anglican and a bursar at my school told me she was getting confirmed the following week, I begged her to ask for permission to leave the school with me so that I could also be confirmed. The hostel matron allowed the bursar to take me and so I was confirmed and got my first communion. My parents found out that I had been confirmed when they came to visit at school. I never knew how much that touched them until they suddenly became regular churchgoers and even arranged for my younger brother, the following year to be confirmed and this time the whole family was there to witness him receive his first communion.

I was so in love with Jesus in Junior School I never thought it would go wrong. I attended many Scripture Union camps and had an intimate relationship with God. Then I went to High School. Again, I was a boarder and there I suffered from an identity crisis, encountered rejection from peers and was a constant rebel in class just so I could get attention. There were a couple of times I went to Scripture Union but I never changed. This went on for five years until my last year of High School. On the 23rd of May in the year 2000 and my final year in school, all the boarders from my school went to watch a play called ‘Heaven’s Gates and Hell’s Flames’. I made a recommitment to the Lord that night and was baptised by the Holy Spirit two days later and spoke in tongues.
That was the turning point. The call upon my life had been placed on me at Amandas Sunday School and I had strayed but The Good Sherpherd had come to find me and put His seal on me and suddenly all the verses and stuff I knew about from the Bible were illuminated in my memory even though it had been so long.

After my ‘A’Levels I moved to Marondera a town here in Zimbabwe and joined the Vineyard Movement. I lived in a Christian Community where I experienced the love of God and received healing for the wounds of being raped at the age of four, molested and abused by female housesitters and being rejected because I was not born a boy and many other painful things.

In God have I found and continue to find wholeness. I know there are many broken women who need to hear my story and realize that there is hope……..and even for the orphans because I am also an orphan and have also experienced many losses, having lost 3 siblings and a nephew to date.

God’s love has proved to me that I have no reason to be ashamed of anything I have been through in my lifetime. God used all those life experiences as stepping stones that have made me, shaped me and moulded me to be the woman of God that I am today. Though I have wrestled with a past that has been fractured and wounded ,God forgives and forgets and is pleased to use any vessel just as long as it is cleaned by His blood.

I choose to trust God...

Although right now I am experiencing a broken heart, the wrenching emptiness and the horror of rejection and seeing the guy concerned go about his merry way and pursue another right in my face. I am going to trust in God. The tears have been falling Lord...and sometimes the feelings range from jealousy. anger, resentment, and one minute i think i am fine the next i am throwing a tantrum and throwing a pity party... and comparing myself to the girl who was chosen.

But Lord i know you are dealing with my heart, I know you want to heal me completely and restore me.Everyday I am learning .....I am learning to trust in you. I am learning to believe that you love me....that you know the real flawed and insecure me and yet you still love me...

I have to remember that you want me, you chose me....I am awed that you think i am worthwhile...

Lord I hank you that you have changed my name, that I am no longer called Lonely, outcast,wounded or afraid... I Thank you that you call me by a new name: confidence, Beloved, overcoming one, Friendof God, Joyfuness, Chosen and Sought After.

Now I know that I am Accepted , Affirmed, Cradled , Held and Loved by my Father God.

Lord, I am willing to allow You to bring Your revelation to me about the condition of my heart. I am willing to see if I veered off the path You designed for me from the beginning. I am willing to travel home and find Your healing so that I can finally rest in Your house . . .in Your heart. Please hear my cry and take me at my word. I trust in You and Your grace for me in this journey. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

True Beauty-Author Unknown

What is beauty?

Is it really skin deep?

Or is it honestly depicted in Cosmopolitan magazines?

Commercials for Revlon or Hollywood movie screens?

Cause if that it beauty, then it is something we do not need

With bleached hair, coloured contacts, chipped noses and chins,

face lifts, tucked stomachs and enlarged lips,

slimmed hips to mimic Barbie dolls and lure wannabe Ken’s and live in an imaginary world,

where nothing is real – except your lack of self-esteem-

cause it’s the devil’s scheme to set an illusion of standards:

like women must be under a certain weight, or they are overweight

when God gave then a body that the heavens’ celebrate.

But in a culture of which measures success by money and appearance,

we are often lured into this shinning darkness with false promises

or a fulfilling fantasy that, ТALL WILL BE WELL, IF ONLY I CAN FIX MY IMPERFECTIONS! failing to realize that beauty stems from the inside out, not the outside in

and our bodies are not our own but temples of Him.

So rebel against the standards society spews, and relish in the magnificence of your inner self- keeping in mind that the physical is merely a vessel,

it fades away, temporary like grey clouds and rain and with time we will die

How will YOU be remembered?

For your physical attributes?

Or for you understanding and truth?

For your facial features, or what your character teaches???

They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder,

but if the beholder is God, then it is found within

Breakthrough...at last- 10/09/2007

So here I am, have come a long way and faced a lot of adversity, pain, rejection, loss of of parents, verbal and mental abuse, rape and I am still standing!!!!!All those years I thought I was worthless and not good enough.. Suddenly Having God on my side I realise that I deserve love...I have learnt and still am learning to love myself..

I love photography, I love capturing beautiful, magical moments into still life. I look at the photos of me and I see beauty, a softness and a radience beams out out of me.. I see a genuine heart that wants to love and help,A compassionate heart...A joyful counternance..There is so much beauty in me …Most importantly the Lord Jesus Christ dwells in my heart.I am learning to trust again and by God’s grace I survivedEach day I am growing, Each day I am learning, Every day in every way I am getting better and better..

Even that boy who hurt me doesn’t have a hold of me anymoreI have released him from my heart as well as the curses that resulted From him being in my life…..Now when I see him, I don’t let him get the best of meI can be in the same room as him and not cause any dramaEven his flashy cars,fancy trips around the world those flashy parties he throws and all his social climbing anticsdon’t affect me anymore…I have moved on..I don’t feel like his victim anymore..

Suddenly Lauren Hill's lyrics apply to my life:

As I look at what I've done
The type of life that I've lived
How many things I pray the father will forgive
One situation involved a young man
He was the ocean and I was the sand
He stole my heart like a thief in the night
Dulled my senses blurred my sight

I used to love him but now I don't
I used to love him but now I don't

I chose a road of passion and pain
Sacrificed too much and waited in vain
Gave up my power ceased being queen
Addicted to love like the drug of a fiend

Torn and confused wasted and used
Reached the crossroad which path would I choose
Stuck and frustrated I waited, debated
For something to happen that just wasn't fated
Thought what I wanted was something I needed
When momma said no I just should have heeded
Misled I bled till the poison was gone
and out of the darkness arrived the sweet dawn

I used to love him but now I don't
I used to love him but now I don't

Father you saved me and showed me that life
Was much more than being some foolish man's wife
Showed me that love was respect and devotion
Greater than planets deeper than any oceans
My soul was weary but now it's replenished
Content because that part of my life is finished

I see him sometimes and the look in his eye
Is one of a man who's lost treasures untold
But my heart is gold I took back my soul
And totally let my creator control
The life which was his to begin with

I used to love him but now I don't
I used to love him but now I don't

WHERE WOULD I BE?

Had it not been for your enduring love
I would not be here in your secret place

Just being in your presence and overwhelmed by your love
I can’t even begin to think of any other place I would want to be
Besides sitting on your laps and surrounded by those loving arms.

Nail pierced Lord where else could I find peace, joy and healing
Where would I be?
If it hadn’t been for you
If you hadn’t taken my place at the cross.

I would be nowhere without you Jesus…
Truly Lord Jesus I would be nowhere,
I would not be where I am right now in
The Shadow of your wings.




Written in 2001 by Tafadzwa Lillian Gotora

All For me

Lord I can never comprehend the agony that you went through for me
Here during your time on earth as a Man of sorrows.
You were so despised and rejected by man but
You did it all for me because you loved me.

Oh Lord sometimes I just can’t bear to think of it at all,
You on your way to the cross,
I think of how they stripped you, mocked you and humiliated you
I think of how they laughed and spat in your face
As they put a crown of thorns on you

You would not even speak a word to defend yourself when they falsely accused you.
Thirty-nine times they whipped you like a criminal for a crime that I had committed
The thirty-nine lashes left deep stripes in your back yet you silently took it all
And even went on to carry your cross on your wounded bleeding back.

On that cross you were so lonely, rejected, helpless and thirsty, yet you took it all.
It was your wonderful love for me that drove you to that cross in the first place.
You took all that disgrace for me and bore my pain and shame for me and even bled from your brow because you loved me.

Your love proved to be even stronger than death because today you still live.
And I live because you took it all for me.
You washed my sins away with your blood and gave me eternal life.




Written in 2002 by Tafadzwa Lillian Gotora

JESUS - THE LOVER OF MY SOUL

I WAS BROKEN

REJECTED

AND IN A TERRIBLE LIFELESS STATE.

THINGS SEEMED TO GET WORSE
AND WORSE
YET I TRIED SO HARD.

THE SEARCH FOR ACCEPTANCE
AND FOR WHO I REALLY WAS
CONTINUED TO BE FRUITLESS,
UNFULFILLING
AND NEVERENDING...

YOU SEE
I TRIED TO DO ALL I COULD TO GET IT
TO GET SOMETHING TO FILL THAT EMPTINESS
IN MY HEART
BUT I FOUND NO SOLACE- BUT I STILL RAN ON...
I WANTED TO BE FREE
I WANTED TO ESCAPE
FROM THE CHAIN OF EMOTIONAL PAIN
THAT WAS
BOILING
IN ME

THE NEGATIVE WORDS
AND THEIR RIDICULE
AND TAUNTS
WERE LIKE FIERY DARTS
AIMING FOR MY WEAK
AND BROKEN HEART.

THE TORMENT WAS SO PAINFUL
BUT I FOUND NO RELIEF

IT FELT LIKE THERE WAS NO HOPE OF ESCAPING.

THEN HE CAME SEARCHING FOR ME
HE FINALLY FOUND ME

STANDING ALONE,

NAKED
COLD
BLEEDING
AND HEAVILY YOKED.

HIS EYES BEHELD ME AND IN ONE GLANCE
FELL IN LOVE WITH ME.
HE LOOKED PAST MY BROKEN STATE
AND MY DIRTY STENCH FROM THE PAST
AND SAW ME AS
'COMPLETE'
WHOLE
BEAUTIFUL
AND PRECIOUS.

WITH HIS EYES HE SAW THE FINISHED ARTICLE
AND NOT THE ROUGH UNCUT DIAMOND I WAS.

HE LIFTED UP MY HEAD AND LOOKED INTO MY EYES WITH COMPASSION
AND WIPED THE TEARS FROM MY EYES.

HE CLEANSED ME
WITH HIS PRECIOUS BLOOD
AND CLOTHED ME
WITH A ROBE OF RIGHTEOUSNESS
AND A GARMENT OF PRAISE,
AND WRAPPED AROUND MY BRUISED,
BATTERED SHOULDERS
THE CLOAK OF INTEGRITY.

HE GAVE ME A NEW NAME AND IDENTITY.
HE MADE ME A SOMEBODY
- A NUBIAN PRINCESS
AND A WOMAN OF VIRTUE.
HE PUT A BEAUTIFUL GOLD RING ON MY FINGER
AND MADE ME HIS WIFE.
HE ALSO ADORNED MY HEAD
WITH A BEAUTIFUL CROWN
AND MADE ME AN HEIRESS
TO HIS UNSEARCHABLE RICHES
AND FILLED THAT EMPTINESS
THAT I HAD TRIED TO FILL ON MY OWN
HE FILLED THAT EMPTINESS TO OVERFLOWING.

HE LED ME TO DRINK THE LIVING WATER
AND IN ONE INSTANT
MY THIRST AND HUNGER
WERE FULFILLED.

LIKE A WEANED BABY IN ITS MOTHER'S ARMS
FOR THE FIRST TIME
MY SOUL FOUND REST SURPRISED TO BE LOVED
AND AMAZED
TO FIND
ALL THAT I HAD SEARCHED FOR
IN HIS ARMS.

I HAD FINALLY FOUND THE ONE
WHO MY SOUL LOVED -
THE ONE
WHO MY FLESH AND SOUL HAD CRIED OUT FOR.

I WILL HOLD ON TO HIM FOREVER
AND
NEVER
LET HIM GO.

WRITTEN BY TAFADZWA LILLIAN GOTORA
(Taffy)
29/10/03

I CHOOSE TO LOVE

Does one stop loving because they have not received love in return for theirs?
Does one stop giving because they have not been thanked?
Does one stop trusting because they have been cheated?

The urge to build a wall and shut out everyone because of the fear of being rejected, cheated, misunderstood and maligned is quite strong but I choose to love selflessly like my Lord, He did not stop trusting Peter even though he had denied him three times,
He still entrusted Peter with the keys,

He was rejected and humiliated on the cross by people he loved, people who He wanted to redeem, people He had come on earth to set free, people whose broken hearts He had come to bind, whose eyes He had come to open, whose sins He had chosen to take upon His shoulders,
Whose pain He had chosen to bear in their place
-But still He loved and still today He loves regardless of what we do, and because He is LOVE will love till eternity.

Yes I will cry, but I will not wallow in self-pity and harden my heart, I will still love with vulnerability and compassion,
I will choose to forgive and move on to greater heights in the affected relationship.
I will still stretch out my hand in peace to my antagonists; my arms will be wide open for them when they need comfort.
I will still love because He still loves me when I hurt Him, when I disobey and when I go astray.

I will love despite the pain, hurt and the betrayal, I will love even more with abandonment. I will love even more loyally and with fervor and put the pain of the past behind me in order to love again.




Written By Tafadzwa Lillian Gotora
20/12/03

The Emancipation of Tafadzwa ...

For so long I have walked with my head hung low,
For so long I have carried these heavy burdens of life,
For so long I have shed many a tear and cried myself to sleep
For so long I have allowed them to walk all over me,
For so long I have allowed them to use me and abuse me
For so long I have wallowed in self pity...
For so long I have been down under..
For so long I have been their victim...
For so long I have believed the lie that I wasnt worth much
For so long I have allowed the cruelty towards me to define me
For so long I have allowed myself to be their object of ridicule
For so long I have partnered with my enermies to destroy me

But Today ....I evolve
But Today... yes my legs are trembling but I 'AM' standing
But Today...I look into my heart and I see strength
But Today..I look into my mirror and discover beauty epitomised
But Today...I look at my scars and realise that I am a Surviver
But Today...I think of everything i have overcome and realise I am a Victor
But Today...I see that its my obligation to love me, not anybody’s
But Today...I see my capabilities, strengths, gifts and beauty.But Today...I love me...
TODAY TAFADZWA HAS EVOLVED
Written by Tafadzwa Lillian Gotora on 07/06/2007

I AM/ I SHALL

I am capable. I am worthwhile.I am beautiful. I am loveable.I shall accept both my strengths and weaknesses for they are me.

I shall never again believe the “lie” that if I make a mistake,I am a mistake.My mistakes are the learning tools that I shall encounter on my life journey.

When I learn from my mistakes, I give them meaningWhen I give my mistakes meaning, I can begin to forgive myself,I can begin to heal.

I shall not use my mistakes as excuses to give up on me…
My mistakes are not me.

I shall seek the wisdom to nurture my heart, mind, body and soulso that I may feel more centred, providing an energy reserve…
…that allows me to climb the mountains in my own life
…that allows me to love and support others who are climbing a different mountain
…that allows time for friends, play and the celebration of life.

I shall allow myself to feel capable so that I may seek excellence.
I shall allow myself to feel sadness so that joy may return.
I shall allow myself to feel joy so that I may be revitalised.
I shall allow myself to feel afraid so that I may find courage.
I shall allow myself to feel alone so that I may know me.
I shall allow myself to feel beautiful so that I may feel free.
I shall allow myself to feel loveable so that the loving may seek me.
I shall allow myself to feel pain so that I may heal.
I shall allow myself to feel worthy so that I may fulfil my purpose.

When I am centred, I see the perfection in the world, myself and others.When I find the world to be imperfect,I will take responsibility for painting it that way.I will look into the heart of a rose, or the eyes of a newborn babyand again know perfection.

I take responsibility for creating my own life story through the choices I have made.
To blame others is to give away my personal power.
Who will I allow to write the next chapter of my life?
I shall seek the courage to believe in a God who will laugh with me in the sunlight or cry with me in the darkness. I shall make a small difference on this planet through the work I do.
When I leave I will have done my share.

I shall live, love, laugh, and learn on my journey.

Being An Orphan- My Experience

I'm not sure what the true test of life is, but death is trulyone of the exams. I have learned so much, and regretted so much.I have reflected and pondered and am still at a loss. When my dad died, I had lost a parent. When my mom died, I lost a family....Mom was the one who kept my siblings and me together, and made us feel like we still had a home, and a parents love and in a way was the link to most relatives. When she went, so did that feeling. Confusion and loneliness is an understatement. It was terrifying. Someone said that "when we lose a parent we lose partof ourselves, we lose our childhood, and our youth is behind usforever. This is a Grief in itself." The death of a parent shakes the very foundation of our lives and the death of both parents means having to stand alone...as a fully fledged adult.Losing both parents has become a spur to review my priorities and values. Suddenly wealth and possessions are not the be all and end all to me, having family, being rooted in the Lord, doing things I love to do like reading a good book with a glass of wine by the side etc are the most valuable things now.I still think about them everyday. I still yearn for their pride,their approval and just assume it is there. I want to do well and make them proud. It hurts though that they will not be there to see me get married, celebrate the births of my children and my
children will never know them. My parents will never be there to share my successes and failures and future joys and sorrows. I know they have become heavenly spectators and are looking down on me with a tear in their eyes spurring me on to keep running therace....because that's just how parents are.

JOURNEY OF SELF DISCOVERY

I have packed up my bags and am ready to leave My Pain behind..:
I am living behind the Heartaches, Disappointments, and Failures…
This time there is no room for Negative Criticism
I am definitely leaving behind Bitterness, and Rejection,
Low-self esteem is not coming on this trip and neither is Regret
You see only Me, Myself and I are going away this time,
This time it's only Me who gets to go, This time it's about Me,
This time "Me" gets to have her way
This time "Me" get to take time out…
None of my former companions who I have named above are welcome..
None of these mates of mine are coming with me on this journey ….
This journey that I am on is an exciting one
This journey that I am on is a journey of a lifetime
So I won't be coming back to My Pain,
I won't be coming back to Heartaches, Disappointments, Failures..
I am definitely not coming back to Negative Criticism, Bitterness and Rejection
Neither am I coming back to Low-Self Esteem and Regret
This time I am leaving all my former vices behind …
I am on a journey… a journey of self discovery
I won't even look back because I will be busy meeting Joy
I will be so busy acquainting myself with Success and discovering Peace
I will be hanging out with Encouragement and socialising with Confidence
And Acceptance.. And at the end of it all…..
I will permanently move in with Jesus who awaits me at the end of the Journey

Written by Tafadzwa Lillian Gotora 07/06/2007