Mzukhology

The Magic is in your Heart,  You choose how you want it to manifest in your Life. In despair and fear, Some of us let it die and rot inside, then we start hating existence itself. Dearing the Devil to try his best. Fuck, i don't know how to write this, too many thoughts in my head. Let me take a swing, if i miss, i miss... A long time ago,  i read a theory somewhere that states: When the Bible says: Gen: 2:7 "...And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living being..." What happened on that day, is that God shared some of his 'powers with us'. At the time i never paid much attention to it. Laughed it off. Until recently when i read 'The Lost Symbol' by Mr Dan Brown. In the book biblical scriptures were quoted: Psalms 82:6 "...I said, You are gods..." John 10:34 "...Jesus answered them, “Is it not written in your law, ‘I said, “You are gods”......

😭 🌧🌧🌧🌧🌧 It's raining in our hearts, Not because we have a a terrible Life, But because the world is waiting for us to shine so they may dance under the colours of our Rainbow. 🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈 💃🏾🕺🏾💃🏾🕺🏾💃🏾🕺🏾 Shine Mntan'omnyama...😁 Evaporate the dark clouds out of your Life, Because they are not leaving until you shine. 🌤 Some of us are the Hopes of our Families, That's not pressure, it's motivation. A very valid reason to wake up and keep going.😇 Shine 🌞 # Mzukhology

When this year started, I was a man. a man with clear goals to achieve, nonetheless a man with no strategy... I was in panic mode, anxious all the time. The panic started a rot inside me. I was waking up every day to perform mandatory tasks [eat, bath, work, etc] and drink myself to sleep. I really thought the drinking would help, what a fool i was. The drinking got worse, i was escaping, escaping to hell, just to crack jokes with the demons and "forget". All that time I didn't notice that the warmth of the Devil's chambers was incubating my rot. I was sitting in fertile ground with poison ivy in the rots of my shoes. The rot got worse, Worse to a point that it was no longer inside. It was starting to sprout and show signs on the outside. I could see spring, I could see it blossom to a MESS. A bittersweet miracle happened, COVID-19. Talk about Honey and Pain. The President of the Republic announced a National_Lockdown. I wanted to sing Amazing Grace because thos...