Voices Above the Sea (Umali Chimatilo )

Voices Above the Sea (Umali Chimatilo )

5/18/2025, 11:18:46 AM

Money They say it is the root of all problems , What can we use to solve those problems , Mari ndiSatan a well said mantra , The questions are still in suspense, As no person is able to said and live upto it . Why do we work , Why do we sale things Why do we do we build luxurious lodges . Tell me , is it just a statement, Or it is something else to look at . Time shall tell, Only the wise will understand, Money controls everything Some people love us because of it, As long as you still bling they remain sweet. Such is life Life , life Thank you @Umali Chimatilo

Voices Above the Sea (Umali Chimatilo )

5/26/2025, 7:24:45 PM

Imagine , imagine Imagine a world where we can bare our souls, Free from judgment, free from control, Where emotional openness is met with gentle hands, And compassion whispers understanding in the lands. In this world, the weight of secrets fades, As vulnerability is met with kindness displayed, No fear of criticism, no dread of shame, Just empathy and love that bear the weight of pain. Perhaps, the darkness that haunts our mind, The suicidal thoughts that leave us left behind, Would fade away like shadows in the light, As compassion and love become our guiding sight. Thank you @Umali Chimatilo

Voices Above the Sea (Umali Chimatilo )

6/6/2025, 9:20:34 PM

When all hope is lost When you think it's over, don't you fret, Closed doors await, new paths are set. The Most High watches, guiding your way, Through life's twists and turns, come what may. In retrospect, doors that closed tight, May seem confusing, without a light. But trust the Doorkeeper, divine and true, Watching over life, seeing you through. Life's not random, it's orchestrated with care, The Most High's plan, beyond compare. He opens doors, and closes others too, For a greater good, all things work anew. So rest in knowing, you're not alone, The Doorkeeper's guidance, is forever known. When you think it's over, don't lose your way, Trust in the Most High, for a brighter day. Thank you @Umali Chimatilo

Voices Above the Sea (Umali Chimatilo )

6/1/2025, 5:27:07 AM

Let it flow Listen more, speak less, you'll see, A world of wisdom, in silence be. Observe the world, with quiet eyes, And learn from life, in quiet surprise. In stillness, truth begins to shine, A deeper understanding, all the time. The world reveals its hidden ways, And wisdom grows, with each passing day. When busy speaking, we often stray, From the truth, and lose our way. But in the silence, we find our voice, And speak with wisdom, a heartfelt choice. So listen more, and speak with care, Observe the world, with an open air. Trust me, it's true, this path is wise, And will save you, from troubled skies. Thank you @Umali Chimatilo

Voices Above the Sea (Umali Chimatilo )

5/19/2025, 10:10:13 PM

My mother have a heart of stone In the depths of her gaze, a heart of stone, A fortress of strength, unyielding and alone. Her love, like a river, runs deep and wide, But her heart, like stone, holds secrets inside. She weathered the storms, stood tall and strong, Carved by the years, where sorrows belong. Her touch, like marble, cold to the touch, Yet within her, a love that's boundless and much. A mother's heart, though seemingly stone, Holds love and wisdom, a beauty all its own. For in her strength, there's tenderness too, A heart of stone, yet love shines through. So though she seems unyielding, tough, and austere, Her love's a treasure, precious and clear. For in the depths of her heart of stone, Lies a love that's eternal, forever known. My mother , my pride. Her love doesn't go narrow, it goes wide. With her guidance, l have learn to swallow my pride. For her tears l would shade, She is my mother. Thank you @Umali Chimatilo

Voices Above the Sea (Umali Chimatilo )

6/6/2025, 9:14:12 PM

Let me pen a poem about my hometown, Lynx Mine, A place where memories are entwined. It's a special place, filled with your heart, Where your story had its start. The people there are kind and true, They'll always be there for you. The landscape is serene and grand, With nature's beauty at hand. It's a special place, filled with your love, Lynx Mine, your hometown, from above. @Umali Chimatilo

Voices Above the Sea (Umali Chimatilo )

6/8/2025, 10:04:37 AM

Hands of time When l was a boy , l was a child. When l become 18 , l was a man. Time move in a bling of an eye, They are things we keep on asking ,"Why? Behold to the day we are living, Live the moment, holding to the hands of time. Do what you do the best, And God will do the rest , Don't mind that you are not first, But for success just be thirsty. Thank you @Umali Chimatilo

Voices Above the Sea (Umali Chimatilo )

6/6/2025, 9:31:35 PM

Tsitsi In the rolling hills of Marondera, Zimbabwe, where the sun dipped into the horizon like a ripened mango, there lived a young woman named Tsitsi. She had once dreamed of becoming a renowned agronomist, but life had taken a different turn. After completing her studies, she found herself working at a local school, teaching basic agriculture to primary school children. As she walked through the streets of Marondera, Tsitsi couldn't help but think about the doors that had closed in her life. The university had rejected her application for a master's program, and her attempts to start her own farm had been met with failure. It seemed like the world was conspiring against her. One day, while sitting under the shade of a msasa tree, Tsitsi poured out her heart to her grandmother, Mbuya. "Why did these doors close, Mbuya? Doesn't God care about my plans?" Mbuya smiled warmly and took Tsitsi's hands in hers. "My child, if you look back over your life, you'll see many closed doors. Things that don't make sense now might become clear later. But one thing is certain: life is not random happenstance. You have a Doorkeeper, the Most High God, watching over your life." Tsitsi looked puzzled. "But why doesn't He open the doors I want Him to?" Mbuya's eyes twinkled. "Perhaps those doors were meant to keep something out that you didn't need. Or maybe they were closed to lead you to something better. The Most High knows what you're going through, Tsitsi. Trust in Him, and you'll see that every closed door is an opportunity for something new to open." As Tsitsi reflected on her life, she began to see the truth in Mbuya's words. The closed doors had led her to teach at the school, where she had discovered a passion for nurturing young minds. The children looked up to her, and she found joy in helping them grow. One day, a group of parents approached Tsitsi with an idea – to start a community garden where children could learn about sustainable farming practices. Tsitsi's heart skipped a beat as she realized this was the opportunity she had been waiting for all along. With the support of the school and the community, the garden flourished. Tsitsi's students learned valuable skills, and the community benefited from the fresh produce. As she worked alongside the children, Tsitsi understood that the closed doors had been a blessing in disguise. The Most High God, the Doorkeeper, had been watching over her life, guiding her towards a purpose she hadn't initially seen. Tsitsi's heart overflowed with gratitude as she looked out at the thriving garden, knowing that sometimes the doors that close lead to something far more beautiful than we could have ever imagined. The end By Umali Chimatilo

Voices Above the Sea (Umali Chimatilo )

5/21/2025, 6:04:05 AM

Why! why! why! Why chase the fleeting high When the lows are so severe Why risk your precious life For a moment of false cheer Why damage your body's temple With substances that harm and kill Why trade clarity for confusion And let addiction take its fill Why escape into a haze When reality's embrace is real Why let the poison win When your true self deserves to heal Why sacrifice your dreams On the altar of instant pleasure Why choose the path of destruction When there's a brighter, safer treasure Why let the grip of substances Rob you of your strength and will Why not break free from the chains And reclaim your life, be still Why wasting money, This is invitation to Satan He will break you like those eggs in the frying pan. Reclaim your strength And take precautions to length. Thank you @Umali Chimatilo

Voices Above the Sea (Umali Chimatilo )

5/19/2025, 10:01:24 PM

On this day we celebrate the matra, l was born in poverty but poverty wasn't born in me