Mukupa Writes

By Linda Mupemo  At this juncture, heaven does not feel so close. Knocking but all the doors seem closed. My cries are seemingly more silent than the footsteps of an ant. My life is darker than a moonless night, So dark that the sun seems dimmer than a spark between two rubbing needles. I put my prayer on, all I get are boomerangs. My friends getting blessed, I watch in admiration as men of God deliver heavenly messages to them. I keep wondering when I will receive mine. The more I try to calm the storm, the more my boat sinks. I breathe life into the skeletons that have amassed around me,  My oxygen is seemingly just another death pill. I am slowly running out of my mustard-seed faith. I am on the verge of giving up his will.  But there is a voice inside me telling me to be still. Lost my family, dignity, wealth and everything else I worked so hard for. And you expect me to be still?  ...

By Linda Mupemo Welcome to the 21 st century where the core values of yesterday are the trash principles of today. Christianity has not emerged a cherry on the cake in this edited generation! Each time I permit my medulla to process a thought about who a Christian is, their life and their call, A rather formidable feeling grips my soul so I endorse two new words: Sundians and Saturdians because people now approach Christianity like an outfit for a date, only to impress and adore what we see. The rest of the days are party days, Saturdays and Sundays are the only holy days. Camouflaged in hypocritical personalities on service days, yet naughty all way Indulging in illicit activities with the notion of repenting later on church days, absurd! I call them Sundians and Saturdians, yeah and the truth must be heard! Pretending is not compulsory like the vowels are present in every word So I wonder if everybody is as holy as they portray themselves on social network...