By Vimbai Lole, ZImbabwe: Psalms 18: 16. He reached from on high, he took me, he drew me out of many waters. The shadow of a smile plays on his face before his look rapidly changes to reflect concern as it must have registered that I had been crying. “Ummm excuse me…” he is visibly uncomfortable. “I…you are blocking my […]
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