Reflections from the Zambezi

Last week on Monday, 1 st May, 2017, I learned about the death of my Aunt Jessica. I had gone to visit my cousins and mother to my cousin Shingisai in Bindura in Zimbabwe. Aunt Jessica had been ill for some time and was especially sick in the last two weeks prior to her death. Though my plans during the visit had not been to visit friends and relatives in Bindura and Mutoko, the passing on of my Aunt changed all that. As I was already in Zimbabwe and as transport was available to take us to Mutoko and back, I made plans to travel for the burial of late Aunt Jessica. A team of seven travelled to Mutoko via Harare i.e. Andrew (Shingisai’s husband), Shingisai, Pedzai Revai, Christine and her son. In Harare we got Teddy (Pedzai’s husband) and we dropped off Luyando my daughter in Grange, Harare at the home of Ernest and Nyadzi Gore (where we were staying). This tribute is dedicated to Aunt Jessica, the only surviving family member in my late mum’s family. She is survived by two childre

Whenever you are feeling lonely and the evil one accuses you madly, Whenever your springs of joy seem to run dry, Then remember Him who bore your sins gladly, And let your cries to his throne fly. "My God, my God why have you forsaken me", Christ cried. It was for our sin that God forsook Him. Christ in that instant God's presence was denied That we may never be forsaken by Him. Oh that our eyes on Christ may ever gaze, And on him our hopes be stayed, That when we stray in this earthly maze, May know that one day we shall to heaven be transported. Can I bear this glorious thought That forever​ in His presence I'll be? Let the evil one rage as he is won't I know Christ will never never forsake me. ©Gabriel Konayuma, 1989