Life is what it is,and how people take it,and live it. If you are rigid,life is hard,if you are flexible,life is cool. We got limitations in life,those limitations determine how hard or easy life is. If we can push back the frontiers of those limitations, we won’t be snatched. The extend to which we push those limitations is determined by momentum, our momentum. Momentum in that, as we trudge in life, we face friction. The size of the friction can be comparable to the ENERGY we spent on fighting that friction, the size of the resultant force (in the positive direction of where we ought to go), determine the momentum, and so our capability of pushing back the frontiers nature has on us.
I was born in Zimbabwe when life was easy, or so they say, everything was just cool. But things changed drastically. That is life. As we trudge along the road of life, we force more and more friction, but some of us tend to lose more energy in containing the friction, some even cannot contain it, and when they are thru with friction, they are no longer powerful to generate momentum. That is when the hinges of the axles start getting rust again and agin, then we find that what is limiting us is complex, life in its capacity as a phenomenon, friction, then ungreased axles.
Let us then, waste not energy fighting friction when that friction can be turned into momentum.
My dad gave me the name Obert, which is German, and it means wealth. Not that I was to be wealthy and rich, but that I am equipped with the right armour to help me fight against the blow of life. I am unlimited, but I live in a world that is limited. So, as I was growing up, I found strength in my weakness, in that whereas I was not as wealthy my name Obert suggest, I was rich with the abundance of life, with the energy that generates more energy to take me where I wanna be.
An I have even positioned myself not to accept any end as the furthest I ever can go.My desire is not to reach only further than any one has ever gone, but as far as I possibly can reach. I am unlimited,the world is. My name is Obert Manyanye. That is what life is all about
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Life Of Obert Manyanye
Obert Manyanye
A Shona speaking young man, Obert Manyanye is my name. I was born to Wilson Manyanye and Gladys Mukupe Chagonda on Sunday 12th September 1982 at Masvingo Provincial Hospital in Zimbabwe. I am the oldest in family of three, after me come Remina my sister and lastly my younger brother Frank.
My character
I am someone who knows himself; it makes it easy for me to describe myself. I am a soft-spoken guy, my friends and family know this. I am calm, cool and well-groomed. Though I may not be the Mr. Right anyone can ever want, I definitely am one person one may recommend for friend, brother, and so on. I however am so short-tempered, only that I hold my tempers. I love people and I am guaranteed people love me. I socialize and I make a good friend so easily. My strength is in my close friends and relatives. These people, when they are not there, life aint that easy, and when I am not there, they find life hard.
Religion
I was brought up in a God –loving-and-fearing family, but I think I was not born again until 2003 when I was baptized with spirit and water. From then, I started to see things differently, hear, feel, smell and taste things more differently. I have seen the hand of God, and that hand has touched me countless times. I read the Bible, I find peace, I hear God speak, I feel His love, and I love so much
My Parents
It was on Wednesday, the 14th of December 1994 and the 30th of September 1998 when I lost my mum and my dad respectively, Wednesday. I was 12 years old when mum passed away and 16 when dad passed away. Life wasn’t easy; it wasn’t a bed of roses. Me and my siblings would sleep without food, we would be chased away at school for unpaid school fees. But my God was so faithful, my uncle Adonis and his wife helped me out. Though they had a big family, they did all they could. Where they could not afford, I was helped my Charitable organization, like the Roman Catholic Church, since I learnt at Silveira Mission High School which was a Catholic. Up to now I just wish my parents could have done better than dying, they could have taken me to a better level than this. But God is always faithful; He will not allow a wound to appear unless he intends to heal.
Where Am I
The economic landscape in Zimbabwe wasn’t favourable in any way to live a normal life. I had to run form border to border looking for a country to stay whilst I will be waiting for the economy of Zimbabwe to stabilize and rebuild, then go back and be at peace to beauty of motherland. I am staying Manzini, the second and former capital city of the Kingdom of Swaziland. It’s peaceful this side, but home will always be best. I pray that one of these days I go back home, where my roots are, and reunite with my family, the whole dynasty and rebuild our name.
Where I came from
In the chiefdom of Mkanganwi, under the headman-ship of Mpakwa, in the western district of Bikita West of Masvingo Province in Zimbabwe, there was a man by the name Nicholas Manyanye. Now Nicholas had sons known to me, these were Amos Tapfumaneyi, Asiel, Jarinos and Tobias. Amos Tapfumaneyi begat four sons Frank, Adonis, Wilson and Davison, and Wilson became the father of Obert, that is myself, and Frank, and his only daughter Remina. A better history in brief is found in my account of The Manyanye Dynasty http://manyanye.wordpress.com/2010/01/09/the-manyanye-dynasty/
A Shona speaking young man, Obert Manyanye is my name. I was born to Wilson Manyanye and Gladys Mukupe Chagonda on Sunday 12th September 1982 at Masvingo Provincial Hospital in Zimbabwe. I am the oldest in family of three, after me come Remina my sister and lastly my younger brother Frank.
My character
I am someone who knows himself; it makes it easy for me to describe myself. I am a soft-spoken guy, my friends and family know this. I am calm, cool and well-groomed. Though I may not be the Mr. Right anyone can ever want, I definitely am one person one may recommend for friend, brother, and so on. I however am so short-tempered, only that I hold my tempers. I love people and I am guaranteed people love me. I socialize and I make a good friend so easily. My strength is in my close friends and relatives. These people, when they are not there, life aint that easy, and when I am not there, they find life hard.
Religion
I was brought up in a God –loving-and-fearing family, but I think I was not born again until 2003 when I was baptized with spirit and water. From then, I started to see things differently, hear, feel, smell and taste things more differently. I have seen the hand of God, and that hand has touched me countless times. I read the Bible, I find peace, I hear God speak, I feel His love, and I love so much
My Parents
It was on Wednesday, the 14th of December 1994 and the 30th of September 1998 when I lost my mum and my dad respectively, Wednesday. I was 12 years old when mum passed away and 16 when dad passed away. Life wasn’t easy; it wasn’t a bed of roses. Me and my siblings would sleep without food, we would be chased away at school for unpaid school fees. But my God was so faithful, my uncle Adonis and his wife helped me out. Though they had a big family, they did all they could. Where they could not afford, I was helped my Charitable organization, like the Roman Catholic Church, since I learnt at Silveira Mission High School which was a Catholic. Up to now I just wish my parents could have done better than dying, they could have taken me to a better level than this. But God is always faithful; He will not allow a wound to appear unless he intends to heal.
Where Am I
The economic landscape in Zimbabwe wasn’t favourable in any way to live a normal life. I had to run form border to border looking for a country to stay whilst I will be waiting for the economy of Zimbabwe to stabilize and rebuild, then go back and be at peace to beauty of motherland. I am staying Manzini, the second and former capital city of the Kingdom of Swaziland. It’s peaceful this side, but home will always be best. I pray that one of these days I go back home, where my roots are, and reunite with my family, the whole dynasty and rebuild our name.
Where I came from
In the chiefdom of Mkanganwi, under the headman-ship of Mpakwa, in the western district of Bikita West of Masvingo Province in Zimbabwe, there was a man by the name Nicholas Manyanye. Now Nicholas had sons known to me, these were Amos Tapfumaneyi, Asiel, Jarinos and Tobias. Amos Tapfumaneyi begat four sons Frank, Adonis, Wilson and Davison, and Wilson became the father of Obert, that is myself, and Frank, and his only daughter Remina. A better history in brief is found in my account of The Manyanye Dynasty http://manyanye.wordpress.com/2010/01/09/the-manyanye-dynasty/
A Season Of LOve
There comes a time when your heart is so full it feels that it cannot get fuller. You are at a seeming standstill. You may bereave this, for it is so lovely to feel your heart grow fuller and fuller. Have you ever felt yourself at a plateau of loving?
You heart will grow again. More love will burst forth. And yet it is such a natural event, you may feel far away from the love that you give. You may grieve for the time when giving love was a spectacular event!
It’s not that love becomes old hat. It’s just that the contrast is less.
It’s not that love isn’t still delicious. We could say it’s a little like a delicious pie. It is still delicious, only it isn’t quite so delicious as the first bite.
As your ability to love grows beyond its reliance on events to cultivate it, there is more of an evenness to giving and receiving love. Perhaps it becomes a little like breathing. It goes on without your attention on it, yet when you think of it, what a remarkable act breathing is! It is customary for you to breathe. It is customary now for you to love.
Now your love does not have to be sparked. It is on automatic. You almost don’t see the crevices that you fill with love. You just fill them in passing as it were, much the way you notice a flower on your way to work and breathe it in.
And yet, even so, you are still a beginner at love. We could compare it to dealing cards. You know how to deal cards very well, and yet your dealing out of cards is not yet at the speed of light, for some can deal cards almost faster than you can see.
Your commitment to give love has been made, and there is more love to come. There is such a flow of love that is ready to burst forth from you. You are well on your way to becoming a Vesuvius of Love. You are well on your way to becoming a Statue of Liberty of Love who greets every newcomer to the shores of God’s heart. They think it is your love. You may even think it is your love. No problem. If God cannot make His love yours, who can?
You are well on your way to becoming a troubadour of love, a town crier of love, an oasis of love, a tower of love, a farmer of love. You who are love are gaining the momentum of love. It is not a hobby of love, but a career of love, a Ph.D. candidate of love. From an acorn of love, a mighty oak grows.
You are flowering in God’s love. Feel that love flowering from you. Feel it taking over the garden of your heart. Love grows like weeds, taking over everything, every act of yours, every word, every beat of your heart.
No longer can you escape your role in the game of life. You are a hardy soldier of love. You who are love now choose to be love in all its form. You choose to be the creator of love on Earth, the strewer of it, the simple giver of it as if there were nothing else to give and nothing else to do.
You wear an invisible T-shirt that says: “I am God’s love.” This is you, beloved, the purveyor of God’s love.
You heart will grow again. More love will burst forth. And yet it is such a natural event, you may feel far away from the love that you give. You may grieve for the time when giving love was a spectacular event!
It’s not that love becomes old hat. It’s just that the contrast is less.
It’s not that love isn’t still delicious. We could say it’s a little like a delicious pie. It is still delicious, only it isn’t quite so delicious as the first bite.
As your ability to love grows beyond its reliance on events to cultivate it, there is more of an evenness to giving and receiving love. Perhaps it becomes a little like breathing. It goes on without your attention on it, yet when you think of it, what a remarkable act breathing is! It is customary for you to breathe. It is customary now for you to love.
Now your love does not have to be sparked. It is on automatic. You almost don’t see the crevices that you fill with love. You just fill them in passing as it were, much the way you notice a flower on your way to work and breathe it in.
And yet, even so, you are still a beginner at love. We could compare it to dealing cards. You know how to deal cards very well, and yet your dealing out of cards is not yet at the speed of light, for some can deal cards almost faster than you can see.
Your commitment to give love has been made, and there is more love to come. There is such a flow of love that is ready to burst forth from you. You are well on your way to becoming a Vesuvius of Love. You are well on your way to becoming a Statue of Liberty of Love who greets every newcomer to the shores of God’s heart. They think it is your love. You may even think it is your love. No problem. If God cannot make His love yours, who can?
You are well on your way to becoming a troubadour of love, a town crier of love, an oasis of love, a tower of love, a farmer of love. You who are love are gaining the momentum of love. It is not a hobby of love, but a career of love, a Ph.D. candidate of love. From an acorn of love, a mighty oak grows.
You are flowering in God’s love. Feel that love flowering from you. Feel it taking over the garden of your heart. Love grows like weeds, taking over everything, every act of yours, every word, every beat of your heart.
No longer can you escape your role in the game of life. You are a hardy soldier of love. You who are love now choose to be love in all its form. You choose to be the creator of love on Earth, the strewer of it, the simple giver of it as if there were nothing else to give and nothing else to do.
You wear an invisible T-shirt that says: “I am God’s love.” This is you, beloved, the purveyor of God’s love.
Radiate Love
I tell you to love, and yet we cannot define love. Love is so vast, beloveds, it defies description. Let us talk a little about love, what it is and what it is not, and how it appears in different lights. It is natural to love. It is natural for a baby to love. He doesn't know the word, and he already loves. It is natural for the mother to love her baby. It is unnatural not to love.
Yet, you may ask: "Am I to love the one who litters this beautiful world? Am I to love people who murder beautiful children? Am I to love thieves? Am I to love hijackers? Am I to love haters?" Love does not mean condoning. You do not have to like what a murderer has done, nor do you have to pretend it's okay. You do not have to make a show of your love. You do not have to marry the one who has hurt the world. Do you catch the drift? You do not have to become palsy-walsy. You do not have to go up and hug him. You owe to yourself to let go of the angst in your own heart. In your heart, have absence of fear. You do not have to punish. You do not have to go into the gutter. In matters like this, I will reason with the offender.
You do not owe love, beloveds. You are love. Love is not a payment you exact from yourself. You do not have to embrace a murderer. You do not have to pat the murderer on the back and say, "There, there. It's all right." Nor are you not to bless him from your heart. You are not to become a snob.
Love takes many shapes. A mother who loves also teaches her child. As the child grows, everything he does is not adorable. The mother loves, yet she does not say: "Whatever you do, it's okay because I love you." The mother loves, and she tells the child he must pay for whatever he buys. The mother loves, and she tells the child that he must respect others. The mother takes responsibility. Because she loves, she takes responsibility.
To love does not mean to be dishonest. To love does not mean to be irresponsible. Nor does to love mean to be holier than thou. You would give water to everyone who is thirsty. That is love, yet you do not become bedfellows with everyone who is thirsty.
You are not to become vindictive, nor do you uphold an unsavoury act. Do not assail the person nor do you have to hold everyone on your lap. You do not adopt everyone. When I say to love, I do not mean you are to erase yourself. You too have rights. You do not rush up to all shoppers at the mall and put your arms around them. Why would you? Because they are shoppers?
Sometimes people have to earn your love. Your personal love is worth something, and it is to mean something. It is not that you are to love at all costs. If someone beats you, it is not love that makes you stay to be beaten again. If someone comes up to you with a knife, you do not have to rush into his arms to prove that you are a loving person. If you see someone with a knife raised to another, do not take the time to love the wielder of the knife. Know the difference between personal love and universal love. Radiate love, and keep your integrity.
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