Rumbi The Strong Flower
A lot of things have been going on lately in my life and I have had to reflect on what God is doing and how His invitation is always to advance and never to settle for less. As I have been reflecting on this, I have found myself thinking of my younger sister Rumbidzai (Praise).
Rumbi, as we affectionately call her, is 16 years younger than I am and sometimes I tease her that she is my daughter because I feel that there have been moments I have interacted with her like a mother. This blog post shares some of my thoughts and my heart for my little sister.
Even though we were born in the same family, Rumbi and I did not spend much time together. I am not sure if I ever spent much time with her while she was growing up, but I remember moments when I would go home to visit my mum and Rumbi would be there and then when I left home to go to missions Rumbi was still in school and I think then she was in high school. I have never really spent time with her to learn about her growing up with our mum because she was one of the blessed ones to be raised by our own mother whereas some of us, we had a lot of relatives help raise us up, which has its positives and negatives, especially when those who took it upon themselves to help raise you start making demands on (this has been a struggle for me).
Back to Rumbi my precious sister, I remember in 2002 when I was in Uzbekistan receiving a letter, she had sent me, a letter that made me realize the love she had for me and it was when I read that letter that I believe my love for her was planted in a very deep place in my heart and over the years I always think back to that moment and see that God has been at work.
Rumbi is my hero in many ways but one way that causes my heart to be tender is the way she took care of our dear mum when she fell ill with an illness that would take her life. I do believe she experienced first-hand what it means to take care of your own mother, help her through the difficulties and sometimes having to put her life on hold so she, in her young age, could take care of her mum. When I think of Rumbi I see a strong woman, full of love, compassion, who loves those that others find hard to love and she is my hero. I love how she does not like drama, neither will she entertain nonsense. In many ways my reflection has helped me to know that in life you can make it no matter the opposition, if you keep your eyes fixed on the goal ahead of you. She has had to deal with lots of pain, hurt, disappointment and yet she maintains her cool and has accomplished a lot. I love her very much and this post is one of the ways I honor her. Rumbi is now married and has a son that I love dearly and I always tell my nephew that I am also his mum.
Today I write this in honor of my little sis who had made strides in her career and now by God’s grace and hard work she is a lecturer at a college in the United Kingdom and she teaches in the construction department. A very hard-working sister she is and I am very proud of her and love her to the moon and back.
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