Oh sweet love
How can i compare you
Should i compare you, to a
Grandma’s aroma of freshly
Baked bread of the morning
That set the chimmey smoke
Tantalising soaring high to heaven
And to all early travellers, the wonder
Can not fade, but remain a deed

Like the flowers in the exact season
That blooms without shy and all bees
Would fed and make sweet honey
That would make the kid’s teeth
Go yummy and mama’s purse empty

Beautful love, as motherly as drifting clouds
Shading their calm figure over the earth
And the sun would definately smile
There through, as they part in fusion
And as dear plants inhale a cool air
Saturating and teasing over the pale
Leaves and sterms of June

Love, to my heart, like the next heart
Beating–beating and every day’s
Breathe, love alone i would dress
In my day’s soliloquy and midnights
Dreams, love alone
For without love, nothing can do
Fading rose, here i come to wet


About Ephraim-Leo Chaparadza

A Zimbabwean who've fled from his country due the perils it was facing, the basic reason that first came in my mind when i've decided to fled was the condition of my two loved ones, sister and ageing grandmother, i wanted the best for them and to seek the means to expose my talent. Believe me, i've got worlds to share, i know life to a great sophisticated standard, though my english is not quite accurate, with the help of all on this site i'm positively sure i'll pull up. My father was a builder in the Rural areas of Murehwa in Zim, he passed away when i was five and that's how i got seperated from my mother when she returned to her first husband. And i was left in the hands of my aunt, she was a loving and one of the good role model of my life, she followed my father when i was eleven, and i was left in the hands of her children.I had to be passed from family to another and life wasn't quite good at all, i find it very hard to make peace with myself. For more about mylife, i'm on progress of my autobiography titled (The other border jumper). I've came to SA three times through risk means (under the spare wheels of trucks) due my conditon of not having anything to buy me a visa, this is the only choice i had. The third time is this, i've never been home after i've lost my grandma, work being a problem in Pretoria i've decided to come to Cape Town, with an aim to find a ship and sail away, but that wasn't God's plan. In the street i joined a Church (Christ Embassy) it was of great inspiration than any church i've attended before. A friend i met in this Church refered me to a project called Mylife ( ) The main task of the project is this, it empowers youth and children, especially from the street, role modelling and equiping them to be the caregivers of the future. This is where i'm staying now, where i've learned to use computers, and a lot more other things and i'm grateful.

Posted on May 28, 2009, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. yeh man……,very interesting staff indeed.
    I didn’t knw tht u were talkin abt sumthng ths huge.
    Pls don get me wrong,i’m nt sayin i was underestimting u bt this is realy interestin.
    be cool manI’m lookin 4wared 2ceng u 2moro 8am.

    • Thanks Xona, i do write a lot and just can’t figure out why i don’t talk much———we’re all creators of things known to us, that shall be revealed an that shall pass away. How are you copying up with our new jobs, kind of interesting, love it.

      Best regards

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