Breakthrough – Eddie James

[Intro: Eddie James]
I believe before the night is over
Somebody is leaving here with a breakthrough
Somebodies going to leave here with a breakthrough
In your heart, in your mind
A breakthrough in your finances
A breakthrough in your family
I need about 50 people to shout breakthrough
Come on, someone shout breakthrough!

[Verse 1: Choir]
You are the undefeated One
My light and my salvation
When the wicked, my enemies and my foes
Came upon me to eat up my flesh
They stumbled and fell
Omnipotent, Almighty
Defender, my victory
My refuge, The One I run to
You are the God
You are the God of the breakthrough

[Chorus: Choir]
Breakthrough
You are the God of the breakthrough
When I can’t see my way through
And I really don’t know what to do
I look to You
Breakthrough
Walls fall down when I shout through
Strongholds break when I pray through
So I’m gonna praise You
You are the God
You are the God of the breakthrough

[Verse 2: Choir]
You are the undefeated One
My light and my salvation
When the wicked, my enemies and my foes
Came upon me to eat up my flesh
They stumbled and fell
Omnipotent, Almighty
Defender, my victory
My refuge, The One I run to
You are the God
You are the God of the breakthrough

[Chorus: Choir]
Breakthrough
You are the God of the breakthrough
When I can’t see my way through
And I really don’t know what to do
I look to You
Breakthrough
Walls fall down when I shout through
Strongholds break when I pray through
So I’m gonna praise You
You are the God
You are the God of the breakthrough

[Bridge: Eddie James]
Breakthrough – in my heart
Breakthrough – in my mind
Breakthrough – in my spirit
Breakthrough – in my soul
Breakthrough – in my weakness
Breakthrough – in my struggle
You are the God
You are the God of the
Breakthrough – in my worship
Breakthrough – in my praise
Breakthrough – when I lift and glorify your Name
Breakthrough – when I dance
Breakthrough – when I shout
You are the God
You are the God of the

[Bridge: Choir]
Breakthrough – in my heart
Breakthrough – in my mind
Breakthrough – in my spirit
Breakthrough – in my soul
Breakthrough – in my weakness
Breakthrough – in my struggle
You are the God
You are the God of the
Breakthrough – in my worship
Breakthrough – in my praise
Breakthrough – when I lift and glorify your Name
Breakthrough – when I dance
Breakthrough – when I shout
You are the God
You are the God of the
Breakthrough – in my heart
Breakthrough – in my mind
Breakthrough – in my spirit
Breakthrough – in my soul
Breakthrough – in my weakness
Breakthrough – in my struggle
You are the God
You are the God of the
Breakthrough – in my worship
Breakthrough – in my praise
Breakthrough – when I lift and glorify your Name
Breakthrough – when I dance
Breakthrough – when I shout
You are the God
You are the God of the

[Chorus: Choir]
Breakthrough
You are the God of the breakthrough
When I can’t see my way through
And I really don’t know what to do
I look to You
Breakthrough
Walls fall down when I shout through
Strongholds break when I pray through
So I’m gonna praise You
You are the God
You are the God of the breakthrough

[Bridge: Eddie James]
Breakthrough – in my heart
Breakthrough – in my mind
Breakthrough – in my spirit
Breakthrough – in my soul
Breakthrough – in my weakness
Breakthrough – in my struggle
You are the God
You are the God of the
Breakthrough – in my worship
Breakthrough – in my praise
Breakthrough – when I lift and glorify your Name
Breakthrough – when I dance
Breakthrough – when I shout
You are the God
You are the God of the

[Bridge: Chorus]
Breakthrough – in my heart
Breakthrough – in my mind
Breakthrough – in my spirit
Breakthrough – in my soul
Breakthrough – in my weakness
Breakthrough – in my struggle
You are the God
You are the God of the
Breakthrough – in my worship
Breakthrough – in my praise
Breakthrough – when I lift and glorify your Name
Breakthrough – when I dance
Breakthrough – when I shout
You are the God
You are the God of the
Breakthrough – in my heart
Breakthrough – in my mind
Breakthrough – in my spirit
Breakthrough – in my soul
Breakthrough – in my weakness
Breakthrough – in my struggle
You are the God
You are the God of the
Breakthrough – in my worship
Breakthrough – in my praise
Breakthrough – when I lift and glorify your Name
Breakthrough – when I dance
Breakthrough – when I shout
You are the God
You are the God of the

[Outro: Choir + Eddie James]
Breakthrough (Breakthrough)
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You are the God
You are the God of the
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You are the God
You are the God of the
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You are the God
You are the God of the
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You are the God
You are the God of the
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You are the God
You are the God of the
Breakthrough (Breakthrough)
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You are the God
You are the God of the Breakthrough

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Five Africans who inspire me

This is a difficult piece, as it has taken more than five Africans to inspire me to this day. After all, ‘It takes a village to raise a child’ – African Proverb. I have tried as much as possible to not make this about my immediate family, as my parents have inspired me much. So here goes:

1. Oliver ‘Tuku’ Mutukudzi

He inspired my love for elephants. I think of them as beautiful and intelligent gentle giants, who only wreck havoc as and when necessary. Much like he did. A remarkable music giant, whose hits here and there wrecked emotional havoc in me and had me striving to be better where I needed to be and dropping dead weight where necessary. Glad to have been alive when he was and to have watched him perfom. My only regret is that I failed to get an autographed poster to hang in my study and a signed autobiography for my bookshelf. RIP Samanyanga.

2. The Goredema’s

They don’t know this yet but this young family has inspired me tons. Both as a couple and as strong individuals. I wish you knew them, only then would you understand what love, joy, humility, hard work, success, kindness and the fear of God (among other things) all rolled into one look like. Thank you for being such an inspiration Nat, Fortune and Babs.

3. The Masiyiwa’s

Strive and Tsitsi Masiyiwa have worked really hard to get to where they are today and stand as outliers, for ably summiting most of the mountains they faced both in business and in life. However what appeals to me the most is their generous nature and how they are forever looking for ways to give and help the next person reach their full potential. Not only do they provide the fish, they make sure you know how to fish for yourself tomorrow. Thank you.

4. Bongani Matindife

I wouldn’t have done justice had I not included this awesome awesome lady on this list. My aunt 😍. I know I said no family right at the beginning but come on and meet the person with the biggest heart I know. She will give you the one jacket she has on if she sees you cold and believe God for another which will come before you both know it. She is kindness, grace and love personified. You should see her smile and dance… 5 stars!! I love you Tete and happy birthday to you (14/07/19).

And there you have it. The six Africans, past and present who inspire me the most.

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About where I come from.

‘Dzvaanya mudiwa wangu we, dzvanya mudiwa (ramba wakadzvanya.)’

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[Insert random, sporadic dance moves here]

Today’s prompt requires me to talk about the culture where I’m from. I was raised in rural Marondera, kwaChihota, and growing up ma’Jit’ (ndari) were very popular. KwaAmbuya vaTitos was one homestead where these were regularly held. She lived close to my grandparents and often on the weekends I visited them, I’d be kept up by the drums and singing as people danced the night away while drinking chi ‘7 days’ (a traditional Zimbabwean brew left to ferment for 7 days.)

My first experience at a jit had me stunned. I was standing on the fringes of the crowd around a bonfire while two men beat drums a little too enthusiastically. I felt sorry for their palms. Women and girls of age in zambias (colourful floor-length cloths wrapped around the waist) were frolicking on the dance floor with no care at all in the world. A few slightly inebriated men joined them as they danced. Kongonya, muchongoyo, unscripted random leg work and exaggerated waist and hip swaying were the order of the day. Older guys, sekurus (old men) and a few chemberes (old women) were sitting at a separate and smaller fire, passing around a claypot of the fermented brew while discussing anything and everything from ancestors, funerals, bees, wild fruit to whose child visited last and what they brought. The air was warm, dusty, sweaty and very much alive.

Unfortunately jit is no longer as popular these days. My uncles say the seven-days brew doesn’t taste the same anymore, it’s watered down. ‘Zvinoda chembere dzakatisiya,’ one of my uncles comments fondly (the old women who used to make it well have passed on.) Also because of the uncouth dance moves and other activities that occur in the dark at these events, it is now highly condemned by the Christian community as well as other community members. God-forbid you are seen or reported to have been at one such event.

I’m glad I got to experience these. The energy, the life, the lit dance moves and singing until one’s throat hurt. All lovely memories. The songs have been rehashed into war cries at sports events, praise songs in some churches and radio hits (by Baba Harare and Jah Signal among others). It’s hard to not start gyrating one’s hips when one such song is belted.

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Pictures and videos adopted from Baba Harare’s videos on @NAXOFilms YouTube account

P.S: I’m very much behind on the #WinterABC challenge. Between lack of electricity, poor network, laziness and writer’s block, I had shelved it for a while. I promised myself I’d see it to the end so here’s me living up to that promise. Wish me well, some of the topics are not very friendly.

Let It Rain

It’s raining tears. Pain and anguish tear at my heart. Can’t pinpoint the exact reason why, but my poor heart needs a break.

It’s raining love. Pure and unadulterated. All vanilla ice cream, dark chocolate and red roses. Love that’s as comfy and as warm as a baby’s first blanket.

It’s raining clarity. Finally after years and years of stumbling in the dark the clouds of confusion are giving way to the rays of clarity. Such bliss 😊.

It’s raining rejection letters. Application after application. It’s like I’m running into a brick wall at every turn. Maybe it’s time to stop and introspect before I send out the next one.

It’s raining loss. And grief. And more loss. All hope and trust in processes and systems hangs by a mere thread. I am in need of a miracle. Make that plural☺.

It’s raining joy, and kindness and happiness. The seemingly small battles that are being won are the cause of that joy. Maybe the war will be won after all, one battle at a time.

It’s raining peace. Finally, the peace of God that surpasses all understanding. Peace that emanates from the core, bringing life and hydration from the roots to the tiniest leaf on the highest branch. Perfect peace.

As the big, fat, heavy and promising raindrops continue to fall on me, drenching me with their wetness, cleansing me from burdens unknown to me and cleaning grine and dirt unseen to many, they also cover my falling tears. No one can see the tears of pain, relief and joy cascading down my cheeks. ‘Let it rain,’ I murmur, ‘Oh let it rain.’

A letter from home

Dear Nomsa

Kutanga ndinoti kufara. How have you been? Being so far from home. I hope you have acclimatised to the heat of the valley region where you are working now. I would have loved to have you closer to home, but you need the job and we need the money. Count yourself blessed my daughter, God has smiled on us.

I hope you haven’t forgotten the discussion we had before you left for work. About all that needs to be done in and around the house. Also mwanangu, do not forget to do something for your grandparents, aunts and uncles. They all contributed immensely to your education both in kind and with prayers.

Noma mwanangu, do not forget to pray and put God first. He alone can keep you safe in that new place. I hope you remembered to eat/taste some soil at your new home on the very first day, I always made sure to do that when you were a baby. Remember to not tell people your real totem, you never know what they’ll use it for or when.

I have to go now, dusk is setting in and I have to finish cooking. Gogo sends her greetings. Her health has been quite stable of late. Your younger brother is growing well, he recently started walking. You should see him making an about turn, goes about it like a 7-ton truck.Goodbye my lovely daughter. I am counting down the days until you can visit. Work hard and well. Remember the results of your efforts are your signature, autograph your work with excellence. You are in my prayers daily

Yours sincerely,

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The internet in Africa

Today’s topic is a bit challenging for me. I’m supposed to comment on the affordability, availability and accountability of the internet in Africa.

I’ve never gone beyond Africa’s borders, but I hear the internet is more affordable and available there, the service providers more accountable. Have heard similar comments for countries bordering Zimbabwe. I wouldn’t know, I am yet to experience it.

My little life experience has taught me that we could be sitting next to each other and be having totally different experiences with the internet (except when it’s blocked countywide hic hic.) But what I’m trying to say is the internet is as affordable and as available as you can make it. While some are stuck with 2G and 3G network because of their devices, location and service providers, others are boasting of 4G and 5G network in the same country. While some complain of high data tariffs and too low downloading speeds, someone has not even noticed the rise in prices leading to lack of accessibility of the internet to others. And someone because of their knowledge in IT is enjoying better access and availability of the internet because of their ability to bypass a certain restriction that the person next to them cannot. During the days of the internet blackout in Zimbabwe others were barely affected whilst others lost all communication with friends and fam for the during of that ghastly period.

To bring this closer to home, I’ll mention how the internet is now barely affordable for me. Because two months ago I could last the month on $10RTGS worth of airtime (both data and for calls and SMS) but today I need $77.50RTGS worth of data alone, never mind calls and SMS. I know people who are online only on specific days of the week. From mid morning on Mondays through to midmorning on Tuesdays, the same for Fridays and Saturdays. And I don’t have much to comment on the accountability. So ciao

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Technology: a blessing or a curse

I really can’t say whether technology is a cursed blessing or a blessed curse or simply a blessing. I strongly believe it is not a curse. And because technology is so vast and I’m too tired to zero in on one particular sector of it, I’ll just comment on how it has made life better, jobs easier and communication possible between people. Yes, at times you’re farthest from those close to you as you are brought closer to those farthest from you but aren’t you excited at the prospect of what new technological advancements will be unveiled next? What with driverless smart cars already in conversation and various machines to better monitor your health and treat ailments? What of technology on the front of mobile phones and communication? The atmosphere is teeming with possibility and I so want in on it.

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