the premise of promise

A promise is one complex development. You give your word to deliver. You pledge to move mountains to achieve. You commit to cry tears if they will be the key to the completion of the promise. The premise of a promise is centered on one’s value and self-respect. The promises we make and what we do with the promises is a measure of how much we value ourselves and what value we put into the words we utter in the name of our being.

A promise is a pledge. In it you tie your worth. In it you mortgage your value and respect. Failure to fulfill a promise obviously has ramifications. In the same manner in which failing to service a mortgage has repercussions, so does failure to live up to a promise. Your goodwill is downgraded, your credibility is reduced and the number of people who count on you diminishes.

A few years ago while based in Chirundu I needed to have a landline (that was before the cellular hype hit the Zambezi escarpment). The service provider wanted me to complete a form committing to compliance and full remittance of my dues to them (which I did). Next, they wanted a guarantor who was going to be their fall guy if I did not fulfill my commitment (they did not put it as clearly as I have said it!!). I prevailed upon my spiritual brother and friend Elson Chirenje to be my guarantor. He obliged and the deal was signed and dusted.

Years later I left Chirundu for Mutare and despite having terminated the service  formally and paid what I thought was due I got to be shocked when Chirenje called me to say debt collectors had come to his home in Victoria Falls seeking to attach property for a debt I had seemingly accrued under his guarantor ship. My friend was not in any position to pay my debt (it was not his) and I upon being told by him, was not in a position to jeopardize my relationship with him so I contacted the service provider and sorted out the issue- implying I fulfilled my promise to so as to  redeem and retain a good relationship.

Promises are of mutual benefit. When we give our commitments to do something for others and actually fulfill the pledges we discover more strengths and capabilities in us. If one has to go out of their way to fulfill their promise it serves to gauge how much and how far they can stretch in self-sacrifice and lessons learnt from such acts do come in handy when trying times call upon us to reach into our inner beings for refreshing.

Promises are us. One who makes empty promises is a fool. One who shies from commitment is a coward. One who is truthful about their inabilities and weaknesses is respectable and one who fulfills his promises is honorable.

Promises are like bricks. Cemented with mortar they make strong walls that shelter souls in a time of need, but when strewn over the field they become time bombs that will trip and hurt many.

Whoever said a promise is a credit hit in on the nail. Too much credit will suffocate you in the long-term, failure to service your debt will accrue you legal issues and punishing interests, fulfilling your promises is like paying your bills (it actually is!!) this will result in your credit worthiness increasing and you status being upgraded. So if your stock has been on the decline of late here is a tip: check your promises and your history on how you handle your promises!!

As the sun rises tomorrow, my promise to you is that you have the key to make it a better day.


muddied parcels

Speaking to a fellow church mate this other day set me thinking: we seem to ask a lot from God but we do not avail ourselves to receive from Him in the manner He deems good for us. We seem so obsessed with our stresses such that when we get answers we throw them out with the trash and continue gazing at the sky for God to come through for us.

I witnessed my daughter being born. At birth she was this tiny slippery, bloodied fragile little thing that needed tender hands and a midwife’s ability to severe the umbilical cord. 30 minutes later, courtesy of the nurses’ swabs and stuff, she was swathed in a baby towel and was this little adorable thing that was calmly sucking its thumb oblivious to the joy and happiness around her. She has since grown to be a strap ling little lady who never forgets promises and intelligently converses with ease. From a little fragile bundle she has grown to be a source of joy and inspiration to me.

Those in the know of extracting alluvial minerals will tell you that what comes from the earth are tonnes and tonnes of ore which is sluiced with water to wash away impurities and leave the diamonds in the open for picking, sifting and sorting. It is only after the mud has washed off that one can spot a diamond. With the clods of earth the wonderful jewels just remain mere pieces of earth but after the mud is gone the carats then glitter. Such are the lessons of life.

What ails most of us is that we cannot wait for the mud to wash off. We seek to cook and chew the meat without rinsing the abattoir soil off it and needless to say the result is a lot of cracked teeth and rebelling tummies. What ails most of us is that we will not accept to drive a spluttering jalopy but instead hold out for an impossible heaven on wheels. What we fail to realize is that the lessons of running the jalopy will make you appreciate the regal beauty of a classic car. One can only appreciate the pull and strength of a Mercedes engine when they have driven a spluttering Datsun 120Y!

I am convinced that many of us have received the answers to our prayers. I am convinced that packaged answers are right with us but the problem is that we are worrying more about the wrapper than the contents and hence we miss the point. A muddied parcel does not alter the value of the contents. It only calls for your patience in peeling away the masks patiently and allowing the real jewels to bloom in the sunshine of your heart.

I am convinced that all the parcels that we discarded sulking because the wrappers were muddy do not actually contain mud but jewels that need your effort in making them shine.

As the sun rises tomorrow please look back, retrieve all the muddy parcels, un-wrap them patiently and allow the blooms to shine and the carats to glitter.


of heart and mind

One of the most sad funeral dirges I have ever heard is a traditional hymn that calls Jonah to wake up and partake in prayer. In my vernacular it goes like:

Vuka Jonah sithandaze

Vuuuuka Jonah sith……..aaandaaaze

Vuka Jonah sithandazex3

Sifo somuntu yinhliziyo

Siiifo somuntu yinhliziyo x3

Loosely translated, Jonah (John) is being asked to wake up and pray but my main thrust is the last part which infers that the death of man is his heart. Nothing could be truer than that. I do not know how they chose to sing that song at funerals. One is tempted to believe that maybe they sing it at funerals of those whose hearts would have been their undoing.

This set me thinking. What the eye sees will not harm you or affect you unless the heart takes an attitude to it. For one to be revolted and to feel nausea the repulsion does not come from the eye. The eye reports a sight and the heart decides to accept or reject and the mind sends the appropriate signal hence at the sight of disgust, we are revolted and signaled to vomit. It is not the eye but the mind and the heart.

If the singer who coined that chorus saw that the heart was man’s undoing he should have gone on to be one of the greatest philosophers for it is true that fatal love is not from the fact of the eye, it is a derivative of a defiant heart, a heart that encapsulates itself in a conch of self existence and defies all reality until the wheels come off.

So, what you hear will not kill you. How your heart handles what you hear will have a telling effect. How your mind manages what you hear will have a resounding effect. What you see will not harm you but how you handle it when your heart takes a liking to it will affect you. Seeing trouble will not harm you , walking away from trouble will not harm you but scooping coals into your bosom because your heart wants to drink from another man’s well will surely kill you.

When the heart is shrouded in pain, bitterness, rage etc all that will bilge from it is the negative bile, all the signal the heart and mind will give is violence and harm. Think of Jack the Ripper, all he saw from blonde haired women was the woman who hurt and abused him when he was young and thus every blonde woman he saw revolted him. Some of the women he killed were very beautiful but all this was masked by the rage and anger that his heart held for that blonde woman who abused him and more that forty women paid with their lives.

For sure the fate and undoing of man is in his heart. What your heart perceives and conceives forms your perception. It is not your eyesight, hearing, sense of smell etc that has the compass of your life. It is the state and condition of your heart and mind that hold the key to your way of life.

As the sun rises tomorrow, what says your heart of the things you see and hear?


Detox time

Detoxification, the process, real or perceived, of removing toxins from the body.

 A toxin is a poisonous substance produced within living cells or organisms. It was the organic chemist Ludwig Brieger (1849–1919) who first used the term ‘toxin’.


 From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


I am no chemist or medical specialist and will not attempt to bore you to sleep by assuming that mantle; I will leave that to the experts.


In the course of my going about my business during the dying week I took time to take stock. A trip through the memory of my laptop left me slightly agape. I came across a collection, no, an array of material whose justification I cannot even start to fathom. Amongst this lot coarse jokes, ‘funny ‘(for lack of a better word) website links that add no moral value or vision, x-rated jokes forwarded by pals with a coarse sense of humor etc.


I found a lot of clutter that was actually slowing down my machine and it took me a good hour to go through all my drives deleting all clutter and idle content and believe it or not I freed not less than 10 gigabytes of space and my machine is rewarding me with even a better performance.


This set me thinking: How much clutter, baggage and illicit content slow us down in our everyday life? Even our mothers do the noble element of spring cleaning and we clear our wardrobes at least bi annually but we forget to tend to the toxins that affect us most- the toxins of the heart.


It is my conviction that all of us need a detox of a kind. A detox that sweeps all the potential minefields from our paths so we can navigate the path of life with less baggage on us. In my book , unresolved issues , broken promises, grudges, bitter rages etc are all toxins that render nothing but poison to our day-to-day way of function and our perception of things in the same manner that toxins may alter out taste and appetite.


I will not attempt to tell you how to deal with the past clutter that still jogs along with you. I will not attempt to tell you to cut off those pals from the previous life who constantly tempt you to fall off the wagon, I will not, I will not. What I will tell you is that life will be far much better if you gave your life a detox. After all the toxins are poisonous substances that will shut down your life eventually.


Surely the sun will rise tomorrow and if the bitter gall surrounds you, it is good time for a life’s detox.