I find myself reflecting more and more on simple things the quiet, everyday moments that shape who we are. Recently, one such reflection came alive again when I travelled home to Zimbabwe.

While waiting for my new ID, just after embracing the simplicity and rhythm of the Zimbabwean system, I met a young woman who reminded me why my work goes far beyond visas and paperwork.

For twenty-seven years, I carried my Zimbabwean identity documents in my maiden name. Life moved on marriage, migration, children, business, ministry but that one small administrative task never quite made it to the top of the list.

Zimbabwe was exactly what my soul needed.I didn’t realise how drained I had become mentally, emotionally, and spiritually until my feet touched Zimbabwean soil again

Many years ago, when I sold my business, I believed I finally understood what ministry was.

Over the last few weeks, my life has been a whirlwind of airports, new cities, conversations and long days.

I had a quiet realisation today I rarely say yes to one to one invitations. It’s not something I planned or even thought deeply about before, but I now see it’s part of how God has shaped me and how I guard my peace.

I came to the UK as a young woman and have now lived here for most of my adult life. This country is home. It is where I raised my children, built

On this Tenacious Tuesday, we learn from Elijah that true tenacity means courageous obedience, trusting God's provision in unlikely ways, and discerning when to move with Him, even when the brook dries up.

On Baba’s birthday, the dining table wasn’t just where we ate, it was where love gathered, where stories were shared, and where we learned who we were. Even now, years after he’s gone, that same spirit of togetherness reminds us that his presence lives on in every shared meal and cherished memory.

This summer's trip across the South of France and Italy unraveled into a beautiful mess of missed ferries, cancelled flights, and unexpected kindness, a chaotic adventure that tested us, bonded us, and reminded us what really matters. It wasn’t the getaway we envisioned, but in the unraveling, we found grace, resilience, and the quiet magic of family.

Being a godly, loving Christian doesn’t mean abandoning boundaries — it means setting them with wisdom, so you can serve from a place of peace, not burnout!

Stepping into the Bvunzawabaya name wasn’t just joining a family—it was inheriting a legacy that still lives on in every choice, every child, and every moment of becoming.

There’s a pain many of us don’t talk about enough—the pain that comes from being hurt by the very people we once..

There’s a subtle danger that creeps in when we love deeply, serve passionately, and carry a burden for those around us: the..

Not all friendships are what they seem—learn how to spot a frenemy, set boundaries, and protect your peace from hidden negativity.

Weight comments may seem harmless, but they carry deep wounds, reinforcing shame and insecurity—what we truly need is compassion, not critique.

The challenges of this profession may test patience and resilience, but the true reward lies in the lives touched—guiding clients from crisis to celebration, being remembered in their victories, and earning the trust that endures even to life’s end, making every hardship worthwhile.

Writing is my way of processing life, finding healing, and staying connected to myself and others amidst the many roles I carry…

Leadership as a founder is an unshakable weight—balancing vision, responsibility, and resilience—where rest is a necessity, not a weakness, but quitting is never an option.