Change not a friend for any good by no means; neither a faithful brother for the gold of Zimbabwe
I was going to rant about politics again. Then, I realised that the sun had gone down and there were three stars in the sky. That means that the Sabbath is here. A time to pause, unwind, pray. Zimbabwe's problems will still be waiting. Let them wait for now.
My thoughts go out to my friends, particularly those of my youth. Each one in their own home now with their wives and children. Zimbabwe may be a mess now, but life is still beautiful. The children born to my friends are a sure reminder of this.
Surfing the internet, I was surpirsed to find a sketch from our childhood. Have a laugh guys, for old time's sake. There'll be more days of laughter, like those of yore. With all that has happened since the time we first saw this one, we haven't forgotten to laugh.
Then was our mouth filled with laughter, and our tongue with singing: then said they among the heathen, Rastafari hath done great things for them....They that sow in tears shall reap in joy