It is Well...
I t is W ell W ith M y S oul Since the passing of yet another loving brother of ours’, I can’t help but to think, real why are we here? I started to look back and remembering what had been so special about this life that we have lost in a space of five years, after we had lost our last born brother, who we also lost five years after we had lost another brother. Is it just a coincidence or that is how God has planned it or we did something wrong with the number five? These are questions my family is scared to ask, but I am certain we are all thinking about. When the helmets have been raised, hands waved and the coffin has went down, there is real nothing we can change, except being grateful to God for giving us such honour to have been siblings to him. We called him many things, His dad called him Kwekwe, his mom called him Bongy, his wife called him Babes, his brother called him Machel, his son called him Babah, his nieces and nephews called him Babo’ Mdala and us his beautiful