I’ve found a man❤

I thought I told you, he is out there somewhere.😞

Waiting for me like I’m waiting for him. 😊

I thought I told you he’ll be the sweetest man ever. 😊

Well, I’ve found him. 😊

He is everything I ever dreamt of…and more. Who knew a man could be so fine?🤗

I’ve found a man.❤

I’ve never felt so content before. Its weird but its a good kind of weird.

My cheeks have been asking me for a break because I’ve been smiling more than usual. 🙈

I’ve found a man. No, I’ve finally met my man. 😉
The one I’ve been waiting for.


The life of Ali

Here is a story i haven’t finished yet…still looking for more inspiration😅

At exactly 11:30pm, on the first day of June in 1995, there was a beautiful squeaky cry in chelsbury general hospital.
“It’s a girl!” The doctor exclaimed.
The new mom was in tears. Overwhelmed with the new feeling she developed in her heart for the little human being her and her husband created.

She held her daughter for the first time with tears in her eyes.
She was beautiful. She was everything the mother imagined she would be and more.

“Welcome to the world Alinaswe. My little princess.”

Alinaswe was the perfect name for the little princess. It means “He is with us.” Alinaswe was born at a time when her parents had gone through a period when they believed God had seen them through and was with them.

Alinaswe was a joyful baby. As long as she was fed and slept well, she was the life of the party.
She was adored by all who met her.

***to be continued

The natural hair era.

For the past couple of years, natural hair among women of African descent has been celebrated and embraced again. Black women of different shades and hair texture are wearing their crowns with pride and elegance.

It has been a remarkable phase in the history of black women, our hair and our story.

Natural hair forums on social media were created, businesses were born, theories were formulated. It was a beautiful time to be alive as a young black woman.

Celebrities also participated in celebrating and embracing natural hair. I remember seeing prominent women in African film and television slaying in their crowns.

This is a season in our history that my children, nieces and nephews and grand children will hear about.

I too went on my natural hair journey. I finished high school and as per tradition at the time, I got my first perm. Biggest mistake in my hair history. My hair started falling off. I then decided to go ahead with my big chop.
It was at this point that I learnt of embracing my natural hair. I was intrigued and excited.

I learnt my natural hair was something I should be proud of, it is my crown.

I did my own research on black hair and our history and I was super excited to be alive to witness this time in our history. 😎❤😊😄😍

I learnt how to take care of my hair. I learnt what products to use and protective styles. I was enriched with knowledge about my hair.

I then, even now started feeling a sense of pride and belonging when i wore my natural hair, when i had braids, when i decorated my hair with beads and various accessories.

I appreciated the amazing men and women that contributed to our being with various hair art and masterpieces.

I did however develop this question in my mind…

To weave or not to weave?

At some point, I started questioning myself when I had a weave sewn in or I wore a wig. Am I denying a part of me by hiding my natural hair?


I have thought about it for years. Quite frankly, the answer to the question ‘to weave or not to weave’ is do what you want to do with your hair.

Weaves have also become a part of our hair history. There are different types, colours, styles, textures.
I honestly find this also an interesting part of my culture.

I have countless times stopped a random lady in the street and asked her what hair she has on her head and where she bought it from.
It’s a conversation starter. Its that three minutes moment that you have with someone you don’t know but connect with.

Love your crown ❤

I wear my wigs, I weave my hair, I braid it, I wear my natural hair. My head is like my art project and my phone my gallery.
I love my hair. It might not grow to the length I would want it or have the texture I admire but its my hair, its my crown. ❤

This is a good time to be alive. We have witnessed an important awakening. ❤

Love and enjoy your hair. ❤

Meet Zerub. The rap artist you should know about.

I am always excited and glad to engage with extraordinary individuals. ❤

I have known Zerub for a couple of years now and I am personally amped for him and what is happening in his life.💃

I have to add that I had a ball interviewing Zerub. 😃😃😄😄
If you’ve met him then you know he is funny, nice and will inspire you.

Check out his music and thank me later😏

Enjoy the interview ❤


Hope chilinda: What are your full names?

Zerub: My birth names are Bornface Banda. I adopted the name Zerub later on in life.

Hope Chilinda: When were you born?

Zerub: I was born in 1993, on the 13th of June.
I come from a family of five. Unfortunately we lost one last year.
I am the first born.


I was born on the Copperbelt. In Ndola.

What caused your condition?

I was told I was born with polio. Later on, I developed Scoliosis. This is a problem with a spine.

Did you have to go through any surgery?

Yes. I have had eight operations.

When did you start music?

I would say music is something I believe i was born with. I discovered I could make music when I was young.
I don’t really recall when I started rapping. I do however remember when I started composing music.
In grade four, I had a small book where I wrote my first album *laughs*
It was full of songs *laughs again*

What challenges have you faced in the music industry?

Well, uhm, mostly being looked down upon. Especially when I just started. I’d go to some studios and people would judge me simply because I was on a wheelchair.
Some undermined my music capability because of what they see on the outside.

I remember when I participated in a cypher, when i finished my verse, someone from the crowd shouted “ah naba kuti Ba rapa(even he can rap)”
It is depressing and hurtful because people with disabilities are looked down upon even when he or she is talented and gifted.

What message do you wish to send out with your music?

One of the things I want to do with my music is to challenge society’s perspective. One is not limited by how they appear on the outside.

What songs do you have right now?

There is “habit” which features my best friend William and “show me love” which features Kantu.

What advice would you give to someone with a disability and to anyone that is facing a challenge in life?

We came into this life and found things that are not our fault, we found situations that we wish we did not find and things that we did not intend to happen happen.
That should not make one helpless and give up.
Stand up and choose to bring something beautiful out of the mess.

Someone once told me to not look at your disability or difference as a setback but your brand. That is who you are. Bring good out of it.

At the end of the day, we are our own architect. It is even written in the Bible that “I have given you the power to choose between life and death.” Choose to make the best out of your situation. This is what I have decided to do.

I take myself as I am. I don’t know why I was born this way, but that does not mean I cannot make something beautiful out me.

My question for you is what are you going to make out of your situation?

In a way, I represent people that are judged based on their situations.
You can’t define a human being based on something so small.

A human being is limitless, beyond what we can think and control.

What should people expect from you?

Well, people should expect a lot. I’m a graphic designer, I spearhead a poetry band called paper planes and I also do music. There is a lot coming.

Who would you want to work with?

I admire Chefy 187. I really really admire that guy so much.
I would also like to work with J Cole.
Also, i would have Loved to work with Tupac.

Where can people download your songs from?

My songs are on various sites; Zambianmusicblog, Zedarts and

Cry of Mi Alma (Cry of my soul)

I’m embarrassed to say this but, I’m still not over you.

It’s been years, but I still love you.

You’ve moved on, had other people in your life, but I still freaking love you.

I have seen other people, but only because I tell myself I need to move on.

I can’t have you, but I can’t die alone.

Why though? Could it be because you were my first love? Or am I just obsessed? Is it because I never got closure? Is it because I loved you so much and never got as much of you as I feel I should have so I keep on sticking around, hoping one day you’ll love me back?

I still cry when I miss you. I still close my eyes and see your image and smile.

I still imagine what our baby would look like given a chance to be conceived.

I still look at you and fall in love all over again…like the first time we met.

My heart still aches. You broke my heart…and my soul too. You were supposed to be “the one.”

Was I not enough for you? Tell me what I am lacking and I’ll fix it, or die trying. Is it my weight? Is my height? Is it my hair?

I need to move on, but I can’t. Not because I don’t want to, but because I can’t seem to let go of this one human being that broke me in places I didn’t know I could be broken.

I have forgiven you, but I’m still hurting. I still wish you could see my worth, how great of a catch I am.

You just left me, never even said bye. Never even said why. You just left. Maybe this is why moving on is hard. I still need answers.

Sent in by: Astrid

Love letter to Africa.

Dear Africa.

We may try to be as beautiful as you, but we’ll never compare to you. You are naturally beautiful.

You sparkle and shine with the precious Stones you birth. You flow in glorious wonder through your streams, lakes and rivers.

You are beautified by the many species of wildlife you provide a home to. You are beautiful. You are precious. Your worth is incalculable.

Africa. My beautiful Africa. Many are your bitter memories. I weep when I think of them.

“Is Africa cursed?” I ask myself. How could a land so blessed be this vulnerable?

Africa, your children weep, their tears fall to the very soil that is blessed.

Africa. My Africa.
Though you have seen dark days, you still remain the hope of your children. We are proud to be called yours; Africans. We have been broken down many times but we stand taller each time.

May your children, Africa, never turn against you. May they remember their roots. May they remember what it means to be a true African. May they remember to love their neighbour. May they remember to take care of you and your beauty.

Africa. My beautiful Africa. ❤ We will tell the generations to come about your story. You will not be forgotten, Africa .

You are ours and we are yours. ❤❤❤❤❤


Life advice from an almost 25 year old…


I’m nearly twenty five. I still haven’t processed this yet. 🙈😅😅 The last time I checked I was 21😅😅

Anyway, I have grown. I do thank God for keeping me for all these years. Him and I both know I have been a handful 😅
Growing up has taught me a gazillion lessons. I have had bitter and sweet moments. At the end of each day, month or year, I’m wiser and stronger.
Here are valuable lessons I have learnt so far…



Never give up.

“If you can’t fly then run, if you can’t run then walk, if you can’t walk then crawl, but whatever you do you have to keep moving forward.”

Martin Luther King Jr.

Life does get hard. Things do not work out. Plans do not go as planned. But whatever you do, DO NOT GIVE UP.



Fall in love! ❤❤🤗🤗🤗 Do not be scared of love, it is a beautiful thing. It’s even more beautiful if you fall in love with the right person.

There are hurt people out here looking for people to hurt. Take your time. The right person will come. [breaks into song🎙 : I hope each soul will find another soul to love❤🤗🎀(Donnie Mcclurkin and Yolanda Adams) .



You are not competing with anyone. Live your life.

So you are 19, you’ve never had a boyfriend, you are 20, you still haven’t started college, you are 25, still at uni(I had to put myself as an example here😅).
There is no fixed procedure of life. You have your own unique destiny. Yes, people will talk and put you down, but they aren’t God, heck they don’t even know your future.

Live your life! ❤ Do you babe❤



Never apologise to anyone for being you. you are enough. Not everyone will get you. Not everyone will understand you. Not everyone will like you. Not everyone will accept you. That is their own burden to carry. Hurt people, hurt people.

Embrace yourself. Love yourself. You are enough. You are worthy to be loved. You are precious. ❤




Laugh a lot.. Have fun! Do not let life pass you by.

Have fun! Find out what you find fun. It could be being around friends or family, singing, reading, dancing like nobody is watching…have mad fun.



Be careful with people. Not everyone is genuinely happy when life is going great for you. Not everyone genuinely likes you and wants the best for you.

Pray for wisdom to see people for who they truly are.

But…I have met really AWESOME people. Like, ride or die awesome. Of course I have been attached to friends that eventually left and I was like 😭… but good people do exist.



Be nice. Like…be nice. I find being angry and gloomy and mean a lot of hard work. I just can’t.

Be the first to say hi to someone, smile at a baby…like just be nice😂 it’s a lot easier than being mean…trust me.


Life is beautiful ❤ Live life to the fullest.

When life doesn’t work out,  keep pushing, Keep trying, Pick yourself up, dust yourself and keep moving. ❤