☝︎Chapo𓃵

Nezuro FRIDAY I attended the wedding of my good brother Marlon in Christ. Takafara, and I was genuinely happy, but the experience also stirred a deeper, retrospective self-audit. Ndichiri mudiki, ndaifarira kuenda kumuchato mostly for their surface pleasures, kunodya cake, music, kutsika majaive nekuona vanhu hobho. My joy was reactive; I was happy because the room was happy. Now, the joy has migrated from the periphery to the center. I no longer merely watch a wedding, I contemplate it. I see a covenant, a sacred yes, two souls aligning their lives before God. In that contemplation, I recognized marriage as a good and holy thing, and a quiet longing rose in me, not envy, but aspiration, that one day I too might stand in that moment, with a wife who fears God, and experience that joy not as a spectator but as a participant. The child in me still claps; the man in me now understands.