Tafadzwa Mhondiwa Mugari
Born and raised in Zimbabwe in the capital city of Harare, Budiriro in particular.
Attended primary education at Budiriro 3 primary school, Secondary education at Nhowe Mission School, High school education at Malborough High, Mandedza High and Rusununguko High School.
He is a CIMA student.
Currently teaching at El Roi College more »
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Tafadzwa Mhondiwa Mugari Poems
Forgiveness... A Very Good Understanding...
One of my teachers had each of us bring a clear plastic bag and a sack of potatoes. For every person we'd refuse to forgive in our life, we were told to choose a potato, write on it the name and date, and put it in the plastic bag. Some of our bags, as you can imagine, were quite heavy.
I Am A Child Of God
Since Jesus came into my heart, His presence I always feel. He totally changed my outlook on life, When He marked me with His seal.
Angel on my Shoulder
There's an angel on my shoulder, Though I've never heard her sing, I know she keeps me safe each day And close beneath her wing.
When I am called to duty, God, Wherever flames may rage Give me strength to save some life Whatever be its age.
A Beautiful Heart
One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it.
JESUS THE ROCK
Build your house upon the Rock And it won't move or slide... A foundation built on sand alone Will shift from side to side.
The Potters Wheel
Marred, in the hands of the potter lay The dull ungainly lump of clay; Failure evident everywhere; Self efforts ending in despair.
Looking for your face
Looking For Your Face From the beginning of my life I have been looking for your face
More like Jesus
I want to be more like Jesus. I want to exhibit His many traits. I want to show others that I care, By sharing my belief and faith.
Of Roses and Thorns
A certain man planted a rose and watered it faithfully. Before it blossomed, he examined it. He saw a bud that would soon blossom. He also saw the thorns, and he thought,
Sometimes when I'm sitting Alone in our house And the silence around me gathers, I ponder upon the mysteries
A Mighty Fortress Is Our God
'A Mighty Fortress Is Our God' A mighty fortress is our God, A bulwark never failing; Our helper He, amid the flood
Beauty Your lips, your eyes, your soul Are like a work of art, The most creative thing of all
If I Knew
If I Knew If I knew how to write a song I’d write one everyday It would say that I’m in love with
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Forgiveness... A Very Good Understanding of Forgiveness
One of my teachers had each of us bring a clear plastic bag and a sack of potatoes.
For every person we'd refuse to forgive in our life, we were told to choose a potato,
write on it the name and date, and put it in the plastic bag.
Some of our bags, as you can imagine, were quite heavy.
We were then told to carry this bag with us everywhere for one week,
putting it beside our bed at night, on the car seat when driving, next to our desk at work.
The hassle of lugging this around with us
made it clear what a weight we were carrying spiritually,
and how we had to pay ...