OF JOY AND HAPPINESS

A joyous sojourn isn’t measured for lifetime

Alas-the intriguing switch is pardonable

However the steaming search is ever constant

But its not a thing of season, but knowledge

Brothers-joy isn’t in the aridity of beauty alone

Or is it in our specific endeavors

Sisters-happiness isn’t in wealthier charms alone

Or is it in the way we look and feel

Each heart beat, each breathe, each wink of the eye

The ticks and turns of time calculates

What’s profited, what’s lost and what’s missed

It isn’t in careful timing that joy abides

It’s more profitable, more satisfying, and more fulfilling

To all exercise love and virtue above all things

Starting first from the bottom of our inner self

Resonating, undressing the imprisoning dark shell

Emerging in the light peacefully to face all things

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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 (http://www.mylife.org.za/ ) 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 August 10, 2010, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. really enjoyed it,looking forward to reading more……

  2. Man ur stuff is gr8t very powerful and meaningful i like i like i like
    Nd sory man this is first time i had a chance to read ur stuff.

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