Dear diary

I used to have a diary …or three The first few had locks but it didnt help,olokhuza they would use a pen to break it open. I don’t blame them, maybe l might have it done too.
Then with time l lost interest in you,hayi kabi.I just didn’t get the time,l was either too busy or to tired to tell you stuff.It is not because l didnt have things going on in my life-you know it more than anyone.Am also guessing it is because l found that scribbling words to pour out my emotions wasn’t interesting anymore.
And anyway l realised that l came to you more often lf l was angry ,hurt ,sad…it wasnt fair on you.
Now people have online blogs ,and you know me …’thathekile bhasi yeMasvingo’ …