I want to write about women in my life. Top on the list:

https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="🍒" title="Kirschen" aria-label="Emoji: Kirschen"> My paternal grandmother was submissive to harsh life. She was beaten up, she was miserable & talked in whispers. She had this perpetual fear. Even in an ordinary conversation, she held back her views. She was sadly sad.

https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="🍇" title="Weintrauben" aria-label="Emoji: Weintrauben">My maternal grandmother was a no nonsense person. She walked out of my grandfather when he married without her consent! She negotiated for land from her uncles & build a home. She used to sing loudly. She expressed herself. She knew the names of "all" fruits in the forest.

Then about my mother Rozaria. I just need a whole year. She lives in me everyday. The story of Rozaria Memorial Trust is her life. @RozariaConnects

Then, it& #39;s about my mother& #39;s best friends. Those whom I personally met and interacted with. They gave me counsel or scolded me. They watched over us and ndiko kwatainokumbira parrafin. Kudya kumba kwavo kwasava kukwata. Those very significant and invisible women in my life.

https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="🍅" title="Tomate" aria-label="Emoji: Tomate">https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="🍍" title="Ananas" aria-label="Emoji: Ananas">https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="🍉" title="Wassermelone" aria-label="Emoji: Wassermelone">https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="🍏" title="Grüner Apfel" aria-label="Emoji: Grüner Apfel">Then a short story about my sister& #39;s in Law. This will be the most hilarious, complicated and richly emotional piece. I may skip writing because we have so many good secrets, let them just lie there!. They are my friends and my mothers. Eish.....my respect sisters.

Then it& #39;s about my childhood friends and peers Veronica Basvi, Ndaizevi Ganda, Axillia Matendera, Angela Dhliwayo Tairoodza. I miss them all so much. They have and always mean so much. Life scatters us on this earth.

We used to do matukutu buns, way then! Crusty and fresh.