Of Coffee With My Father

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If you were having coffee with me…. I would say hello and thank you for visiting me.

I would tell you that my garden has been growing on me, its been giving me quite an interesting perceptive on things and life. You see I have fictional character in a work in progress who rather likes to garden; the story doesn’t have much of plot as, yet, but its coming along nicely…. See what I did there?

If you were having coffee with me I would ask you what would you do if you found a rose growing in your vegetable garden?

Would you let it grow?

Let it Grow; Let it Grow

If you were having coffee with me; I would ask you that did you know why you spell it Father’s Day and not  Fathers’ Day? Well not only is it the correct grammar but you are celebrating Your Father as an individual and not all the Fathers in the world, just yours.

If you are lucky to have one you can say Happy Father’s day to then say it while you can; sometimes dads are not quite as appreciated as they deserve; even just checking at the way the days have been commercialized people spend more for their mothers than for their fathers … how about that!

My dad passed away when I was young and I remember watching this movie called Neria; where the relatives of a widowed woman suddenly crawled from the woodwork demanding their share of the inheritance from their late brother’s estate; eventually everything got solved thanks to inheritance law and the judicial system.

I used to wonder if an uncle would show up and say “this is my house now” and claim our mom as wife; that’s what used to happen in the old days, that’s tradition for you. Traditions are slowly evolving and I remember the family elders assuring us; they would support my mum and us; and our estate would be ours and ours alone, and none of these opportunistic customs; the uncles would not even accept my father’s old suits; saying keep them in storage until his children are old enough for them… that is how I still have My Father’s watch… (feel free to read)

Oliver Mtukudzi’s feature track from the movie Neria featuring Joss Stone during her visit to Zimbabwe….

If you were having coffee with me I would share with you this tribute:

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If I have seen,


 it’s because I was carried on the shoulders

of A giant,


Who carried me until I could walk,

And then watched me run,

And still he watches over me as I learn to fly


Thank you for visiting its been a pleasure having you…… have a blessed week.


PS Yes I drew That In case you are wondering, wander no further….

PPS UpDATE we have so far managed to raise 100 bibles yey and many thanks to all the wonderful people who made it possible….. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

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  1. Beautiful post. It took me down memory lane to my father’s death. I also remember the movie Neria and how it resonated with so many widows. There was not a single dry eye in our house when we watched it. Your uncles were noble men indeed.

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    1. That Neria movie messes around with your feels and gives you chest pains… Unless you are an unfeeling BOT… We used to make such deep movies ….
      My uncles are really all types of special; they have always been there, when needed I never felt at all like I had no dad; and when my sister got married doing the lobola thing; they were there; to offer support and kindly declined take any money from the lobola said if anyone should have it; let it be my mum and the process went ever so smoothly with no drama…
      Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment, much appreciated


  2. Wow, what a very interesting article. The Neria movie really pulls at the heart strings, made me cry, they don’t make movies like that anymore. My dad passed away when I was young too and just like your case my uncles are pretty great as well. They are very supportive.

    I am so glad the bible project has gotten such a positive response, keep at it.

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    1. Thank you
      The Neria movie was something else really, here is to the ones who stood in our father’s shoes and helped us to be who we are today


  3. This made me just missed my Dad. Fathers ought to be celebrated as much as mothers but well……. The mothers are having a upper hand in that department.

    The poems, the drawing all make me miss my dad more.

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