A blend of what life can give us.

Rapturous joy, belittling challenges, confusing emotions.... say it all. A pot with a myriad of content, that is what life is for sure.

All that I have learnt; too many yet too little to tell, one that has stood out "stoically" is that the "Love of God is pure when joy and suffering inspire an equal degree of gratitude. -- Simone Weil"

So to coin a little script,

Believe has never been easy,

with every bit of passing gray,

A mountain, a backdrop, A life's loop,

How mysterious is every breath,

with death's last sad as wreath,

Say gratitude with every awakening.

Let you God be your guard.

We sojourn earth with no reckon,

as mother nature slowly beckons,

Tears, joy, laughter, pain and gain,

all is a tale smooth like the loin,

Live today, cherish tomorrow,

Least the devil forcibly makes a borrow,

It's pale, yet a future stands on a hollow.

Forever, try and be glad,

Smile and give a shoulder,

someday you will need to lean,

on one, that is gone.

Trust your God less no day,

Like this the world would be a better place.

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I created this "concept" video three years ago, the words are not my own, credit goes to the pearly and lustrous voice, of a great mentor, and a motivator, Mr. Johnson Mwakazi. I hadn't sat to really take in the words; today I did. Well, that was quite a befitting piece, for the times. Of course, motivation is not permanent. But then, neither is bathing; but it is something you should do on a regular basis. We look up to our mentors for various reasons, one being to always strive to achieve like they have. To the words, “The prime of life may be great, there is up and there is also down, one may reach the summit, but where else can one move on, except for descending again.” 01:12 Listen on. Gerry

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