Monday, May 18, 2015

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FOREWORD
Most little girls grow up wondering about love. They read magazines and romance novels, watch TV shows and have long, sometimes tear-filled, conversations with their girlfriends searching for answers, or at least a clue.
As wonderful, fun and helpful as all those external sources are, clearly, they aren’t enough. After all, in some way, you went looking for another oracle if you found yourself here. I’m glad you did because I want to assure you that this book is not another “How To” advise guide that you will end up tossing into the useless book pile. Because this book is going to change you.
You are about to discover your inner Vatete.
Vatete comes from my African culture. You say it as Vah-TEH-teh. Vatete is Shona for the grand, village “Auntie”; an experienced woman who is a hybrid of a shaman, priestess, sex expert and therapist. Her knowledge is passed down from generations of wisdom and experience to help her women find love and joy in their lives. And I believe that deep within every woman is a Vatete waiting to be heard.
As a young girl growing up in Zimbabwe, I had the great privilege of experiencing the rite of passage from girlhood to womanhood in the traditional way.
When a young woman comes of age she is taken into isolation for a season of up to several weeks. During this time she will be taught everything from a task as seemingly ordinary as how to keep her body clean. She will be instructed that her first period is a private and scared thing and that no one should be able to tell when she is having her circulation. She is instructed on how to conduct all domestic duties from keeping the home neat and tidy to preparing meals. A lot of these lessons are not brand new but childhood lessons being reinforced. The ceremony involves a lot of playful teasing from the older village women who will make fun of her swelling hips and breasts and tease her about how soon all the young men in the village will be pursing her. She is told to be of good virtue so as to not let her family’s name down. This includes but is not limited to not having male friends and going on dates with a chaperon. Above all she is told that her virginity is her biggest asset and only to give it to a man who has earned her hand in marriage and has being approved by her family. The lessons extend to how to be of good posture, talk to adults and show respect to her mother in law to be. Then she is left with Vatete to ask the more intimate questions on love, sex, men and dating.
When I sat down with my sister, who is my best friend as well as my business partner, to discuss the idea I had for this book, we decided the best way to inspire women around the world was to share our secret: Vatete! She and I laughed until we cried recalling our experiences with our village Vatete, and how everything she taught us remains a valuable tool.
In Finding Your Inner Vatete: Secrets Your Mama Didn't Tell You But Your Best Friend Should, I share the combined dating experience of my “love tribe” – a sisterhood that includes not only my sister, but our best friends as well. Our stories are told in a cheeky, modern, pop-culture-addict, magazine-junkie, digestible way. I want you to have fun reading this book. The last thing you need is a long, boring lecture on what you’re doing wrong when it comes to love.
The unique point of view of this guide is not based on clinical studies that live in the lofty, safe haven of academia. Instead, consider my love tribe to be the guinea pigs, and our real lives to be the laboratory. We have tested every theory and made every mistake. With that and the pearls of wisdom our Vatete shared with us, we can share what we’ve learned about love, sex and dating. We call that our “V Knowledge”. “V Knowledge” comes from our inner Vatete in hopes of awakening yours.
We pray that at the end of Volume 1 of the Naked Truth Series that you will have discovered your inner Vatete. Let her be your inner voice of reason. Let her take the place of your untrained gut instinct and help you develop a deeper intuition. Your inner Vatete will equip you with the ability to navigate the capricious and often treacherous waters to finding true love.
We guaranteed you that by the esoteric wisdom of connecting to and developing your inner Vatete, you will finally find true love.




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Friday, May 15, 2015

Born Without Borders A Faith AutoBiography by Chiedza Mavanmgira



Book Cover

By

Christopher Broek






A fragrant breeze of fortune was blowing from the golden Savannah and over all the land. They were women toiling in the fields both with sweat and tears and praying for a bountiful harvest. They were those shaking bones and twigs and casting them onto the heaven of earth and searching to read in their constellation of chance the things which the future might hold. They were old women with deeply lined faces flesh tar paving roads to the past with visible scars as the sign posts to everywhere that they had being. Sunken eyes that had seen too many things through the decades. Rough hands that both praised God and stole. Chapped lips that told lies, professed love and prayed for better days. These were the illegitimate ways of the times. An anorexic dream had taken over a nation which was bringing a great and mighty beast of colonization to it's knees. It was the ending of an era and the scramble of Africa and Rhodesia was on the brink of her Independence into Zimbabwe. 

These were frugal times when a man must choose to pick up gun or spade. One purchased him a field of harvest and the other purchased him his freedom. The task at hand was a covert war with phantom soldiers...the guerrilla forces were growing exponentially and beginning to cause a real and present threat to the soldiers of Ian Smith. All hell was about to break loose but this was the calm before the storm. 

Amia Peanut had named her son after her favorite spread. It was not unusual for children to be given random English names like Pretty-Girl, Remember or Remove. One poor soul was even blissfully and ignorantly named Damages. The villagers enjoyed the sweet sound of this new and peculiar Language of , as they called them behind their backs, the men without knees. The arrival of these men had not being a surprised to the villagers at all. To the Contrary it was the very specific prophesy of the Great Spirit Medium Nehanda. One for which she had paid dearly with her life. The reward of her martyrdom was that it was the last missing ingredient that those sons of revolution needed to stir their spirits to full blown action. The sweet cries of victory were silently brewing in the hills. The intoxicating vows of freedom were the drunken courtship and dance between the villagers and their freedom fighters. The "Bhakoma" would wander down from their hiding to participate in the the "Mupungwas" with the villagers. Here over dance, food and beer those who plowed the earth exchanged the fruits of their labor for the promise of a brighter future.

Indeed these elephantine promises would all be kept. It would be other less monumental ones which would be broken. Here in simple and hopeful times would begin a journey which would end oceans and continents away in another country. Dreams would be realized, hearts would be broken but above all God would be discovered. He would be seen in the face of strangers and heard in the voices of the poor. He would as in old days part the seas of opportunity where they seemed to be no way. And he would walk amongst us as an unexpected true friend. 

This story is not to sell you on FAITH this is something you must encounter on your own. This story is not to prove to you that there is a God. God is a state of being when one reconciles all the irreconcilable aspects of their life under one forgiving umbrella that some call grace. God is a sense of responsibility for problems outside of our own narrow scope that incites actions that leads to once conceived impossible change. God is the experience of traveling halfway across the world without money and a bag full of dreams and navigating through all of lives challenges to realize a tender dream. I no more expect you to believe in God than a blind man to believe in color. God does not live in a church but some men who know him go to churches. Only you can allow life to open your own heart and eyes to the vivid nature of the extraordinary synchronicity of chance.

I wrote this story for one purpose alone. To remind you that there are no borders that one cannot cross. Geographical, Political, Emotional, Social, Economical, Spiritual, or Metaphysical there is nothing which can hold you back under the sun once you give yourself the permission to be. The challenge of writing this book was how to share all my truths and still feel whole. The things that shame, The things which I regret, the things for which I can be and will be judged for. It was a paralyzing fear which has held me hostage and resulted in the gestation period of completing this book been similar to that of an elephant multiplied by 4. Ridiculous at best yet precisely the reason I have now finished my story.  

If I can salvage one dream. If I can give one person closure. If I can inspire one brilliant mind to make a difference in the world then that will be my God. The God with an invisible hand who has helped me with great patience to rearrange the seemingly broken pieces of my life until they came together in a picture so beautiful not even a Van Gogh or Michelangelo could rival it. 

May the masterpiece of your existence like the scales of a piano that range from the highest notes of pleasure to the lowest notes of pain finally be rearranged through cognition into the breathtaking symphony that every life is meant to be.

Chiedza Mavangira

Born Without Borders

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Thursday, May 14, 2015

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Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Breath Again! Pray Again! Play again with Designer Ruth Robbins Interview By Chiedza Mavangira





Once Upon a Time a little girl decided to walk out of her Black & White World & Into the World of Color.
All she wanted to do was to teach the world to PLAY again.
VuduVintageVoice has the greatest honor of welcoming back out of hiatus the anointed Designer RUTH ROBBINS.

To Minister through Garments is the calling upon her life.
Stay Tuned in for an Exclusive one on one Interview with Ruth Robbins as we usher in her breathtaking new collection this summer which will leave an unforgettable signature on the hearts of all who see it, touch it, wear it. 

PLAY AGAIN.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Born Without Borders

BORN WITHOUT BORDERS




BY
CHIEDZA MAVANGIRA
Photograph
By
Christopher Broek
INTRODUCTION
By
Kathy Benedetto

“I don’t know who you have praying over there, but it really worked!” Chiedza Mavangira replied gratefully over the phone to one of the Pastors from Saddleback Huntington Beach.  Chiedza had come to America from Zimbabwe looking for an opportunity to use her talents in the writing and film industry. She had a dream but was unsure how to begin in this strange new country.  She started in San Francisco, then went to LA and found many opportunities but they all came with a cost.  Opportunities yes but ones that required her to compromise her values.  Her mother warned her about such concession.
She had said that if you give up yourself, then who will you be when you finally succeed?  Even in the midst of potential prospects, nothing satisfying ever seem to present itself.  She felt empty in the pursuit of her dream.  She moved on to Orange County where she met Anne Latour during a book club get-together.  Chiedza’s parents, Christian missionaries in Zimbabwe, had founded two churches so she felt she knew all about being a Christian, the routine; but the relationship was lacking.  Being so far from home, she hoped to fill the void with a church family.  Visiting many, but finding none that offered her refuge until she came to Saddleback Huntington Beach.  Things were about to change.
On her first visit to Saddleback, the greeter Jo hugged her and welcomed her, asked her where she was from, and then during the service sat with her.  Jo became Chiedza adopted mom. She filled out the registration card with a prayer request for her brother who was mentally ill and had been missing from the family for over a year.  The next week she had two blessings.   First, a surprise call from her brother, then a call from one of the pastors just to say “Hi.”  He said, “I’m just calling to let you know we have been praying for you.”  She exploded in gratitude.  Of all the churches she had visited, this was the first phone call greeting she had received and her prayer to once again connect with her mentally ill brother had been answered.  However, God wasn’t done yet.
Her friend Ann invited her to attend a Night of Worship.  She wasn’t sure about it.  Unsure of what it would be like.  Anne made her sit up front and Chiedza felt awkward.  Questions flooded her mind about the purpose of worship.  Then Pastor Moses stopped and addressed the crowd.  He explained that worship is simply connecting to God.  “I have never thought about worship that way before.”  As the praise team began to sing and worship Jesus their faces were radiant.  “They were physically in front of me, but you could tell they were busy interacting with God.  Almost like an out of body experience.”  So I closed my eyes and surrendered myself to God, and He began to speak to me.  “It was as if a lost wire that hadn’t been in my heart for a very long time was reconnected and that I was part of a bigger purpose.”  I knew that I wanted this.  I prayed, “God, I want you to take all my plans, dreams, and agendas, and instead I want to live your plan.” Instantly all my burdens were laid down, and I knew God had a purpose for me.  For the last 14 years I had been at war with God.  I was in a new country, and I didn’t know how to make my dreams happen.  The projects I had been planning just weren’t working.  And in a sense my talents were buried because I was not using them for His purpose. It was joyous for her to discover that God would keep the dream but gave her a new topic. He connected the dots.  He did want to use her skills and talents in the writing and film industry but in a different way.   The project I was to work on became concrete.  I heard God saying, “This is where I want you to be”.  He was leading her to make a documentary. To give voice to those women of faith back home whom she had meet in her travels.  Those women who go the market each day to sell their tomatoes and spend the day in a harsh climate and still believe that God is there, and that He will provide.  Those women who daily believe Him for the food that will be on the table, the war that will go away, and somehow He will make ends meet for them.  “You know their struggles and you can be the connection, the bridge, for them.”  The project before that had been so obscure and directionless now took on a new shape.  It was a kind of grace, a new mindset, and her heart was navigating a new course. The tangled web in her mind was now cleared of confusion; the dream was now possible.   I felt born again with new joy, thankfulness, and purpose.   All the past now made sense. “I am not worthy, but I don’t have to do anything just be in His presence.”
     “Before I tried to do this on my own, and I was always so tired and frustrated.  Being a single mom I was always in control of all we did.  I made all the decisions of where and when and how our lives were to happen, but now I know I don’t have to do anything.”  Worry is a lack of faith.  Chiedza realized that when you believe God,
When you surrender it all, then all you have to do is pray and worship and you will see things fall into place.  “I let God take the lead and put all of my burdens in His hands.  It’s like you activate God when you surrender.”  The things she used to worry about are now in His care.  “This is an amazing time in my life. No more brick walls to hit up against; just  doors opening, meeting people who share my dream, events happening, and pieces falling into place.”  In reflecting she realized that we are all part of a greater plan. One needs to begin to see obedience to God’s leading as an answer to the prayers of others.  If Anne hadn’t been bold enough to invite her to church, if Jo hadn’t hugged her…  “If we don’t allow God to use us, if we are not obedient, then we break a link in something that is much bigger than ourselves.  If we knew what was lost we would have broken hearts when we don’t play our part in God’s plan.”  This is God’s kingdom and everybody has a part to play whether it seems big or small, but we are all called to make a difference.  “Somewhere out there someone is praying, and I hope by my actions in obeying God with this documentary, I too will become an answer to their prayers.”
So the secret of surrender to Chiedza is to trust, work hard when you are working, and then with a light heart leave it in His hands.  Don’t try to fix what you can’t fix; just trust.  “Sometimes I go to God with a list, but mostly I go to God just to thank Him for what the situation is and thank Him in advance for what He is going to do.  I feel joy even when things are not OK.  Nothing has changed on the outside, but inside I’m am happy.”
Chiedza decided to take class 101 and learn about the principles Saddleback is founded upon.  Understanding what you are committing to gives you strength, you can’t connect with your leaders if you don’t know the principles for which they stand.  “Besides not joining the church would be like always dating and never getting married.”  Joining the church is taking the next step.  After the class, there was a call to be baptized. “I didn’t want to because I wasn’t prepared.”  She thought about not having a change of clothes, her hair would get wet…Excuses.  Yet, one by one, as her mind challenged her on why to say no, the pastor seem to answer and quiet all her concerns. “They had everything I needed!”  So she did it.  At first there were only a few people there.  But as she came out of the water, the Tree Lighting ceremony was taking place and there were hundreds of people present.   “It was a very warm moment for me to have my new church family cheering for me.  It's just like in the Bible where it says that we are all connected to one another by faith.”  When Chiedza called her mom in Africa and told her about her surrender and baptism, her mom was over joyed with the news.  “This is what I have been praying for.  I’ve been waiting and praying for this day”.  Chiedza had thought the way to make her mother proud of her was through accomplishing her dreams, but all her mother ever wanted for her was to experience that deep, rich faith, that personal relationship with Jesus that was the heritage of one who is raised in a Christian family.  Nothing could have made her mother happier.
Chiedza had to take several leaps of faith when she surrendered it all to God.  She advises anyone who is waiting for the perfect time to stop and just jump in.  When one finally surrenders there is joy yet sadness because you realize that all the time you didn’t listen to God was just time wasted. “It’s like meeting the love of your life, and then only having an hour with him or her.  The grief you would feel because you wasted so much time.  So don’t wait any longer.”     Chiedza is looking forward to this coming year.  She knows she has a Kingdom work to do and that she has a part in His plan.


Video Testimony
By
Pastor Moses Camacho

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jr1BgE8FE-c


DAY ONE

Kumusika is a place of great sacrifice. It is the field of the fragile labors of sweating women with hungry children bound to their broken backs. It is the open arena of the poor where brilliant minds succumb to the harsh reality of a life without education and without God. It is the sun-burdened, rain-disillusioned wound of the underprivileged, infested with law enforcement on bicycles waiting to apprehend the desperate for the crimes of the government. It is a vegetable galaxy where grown men and women fight poverty with their tongues. 
"Matomatisi! Matomatisi! Matomatisi!" 
Women’s untiring voices chant to seduce the weary traveler to their wares.
"Mutare! Mutare! Mutare!" 
The bus conductor’s voice chants to seduce the impatient traveler to his destination. 
The afternoon heat is the enemy, reducing once swollen ripe tomatoes to wrinkled impostors. A dust road-tainted bus pulls into its terminal and its wrinkled travelers
disembark. With the agility of city monkeys, two young men scramble to the roof of the bus and begin unloading the precariously-tied luggage and dropping it on the waiting passengers. In the next terminal a high-pitched voice announces the departure of the green and yellow bus for Gweru. An army of boiled egg-selling vendors assault the moving bus. Greedy brown hands grasp at questionably hygienic foods through half-closed, dirty windows. A woman sits down on the brown bags of sugar and mealie-meal that she has purchased in the bustling city to take to some obscure village. A round cheeked youngster is bounced on her knee impatiently; sweat swimming down her young face. Without hesitation a mother shoves her child to her and to greedy, waiting lips. 
"Stop thief! Stop thief! Mbavha! Mbavha!" 
A dirty bolt of crime tears across a crowded pavement and another handbag
disappears into the relentless Harare day. 
"Are you certain that you will be safe?" the man of God without a white collar asks me. 
"Oh, I will be perfectly safe! Thank-you so much! Someday I’ll repay you. I promise!"
The oath is made with the innocent fervor of youth but lacks sincerity. Pastor Bell’s response is a forgiving smile. I stand at the Kumusika, hands at my side, conspicuously without luggage and my growing secret concealed by belly and flesh. Tears plague my eyes with things I must not say and with truths that I am not yet ready to tell. 
"Thank-you." 
Pastor Bell places a single hand on my defiant shoulder. I am defying life and I am defying pain. I am defying God. 
"There is only one way that you may truly thank me…get accepted to that college in the States and become a writer." 
I know that his next words will be encouraging. 
"Be of good faith. Be of good courage." 
And then he breaks my already broken
heart. 
"I believe in you." 
Solitude is standing in a crowded bus terminal watching your faith and courage walk away. "Godspeed!" 
I raise both my hands and frantically wave. It is until the light blue car is vanished from sight that my hands finally surrender to the inevitable and reluctantly return to my side. This is the last time that I would think of a man as Godly. 
"Muri kueyenda Kupi Sisi?" 
The curious man asks the now abandoned black girl who had stood moments before with the white Pastor. 
"KuBulawayo."
Solitude is sitting in a hectic city bus with chickens tied to its roof and old women chewing on things they never swallow.

A Revelation from the Purpose Drive Life by Rick Warren.
DAY ONE
Upon finishing my first reading of this life changing book I flashed back on my life and was given a healing revelation. I understood why it was my experience for my Father to take his life due to mental illness. The same disease that tormented my younger brother and led him to live on the streets while we frantically searched for him. My afflictions are the ministries which God has assigned to me in this life in preparation for the next. I will no longer break. I will stand up tall and proud with my head held up high. People with mental illness and sexually exploited women are the social leprosy of this present era. These undesirables and unlovable have being cast out of our cities and villages. They have being condemned to the borders of our minds and forgotten. We must invite them back into our communities with empathy, love and support. We must care for them. This is my bold declaration of faith over the next 40 days as I read “The Purpose Drive Life” by Pastor Rick Warren. Pastor Warren is indeed the Spiritual Teacher who has appeared now that the student is ready. I call upon all the Faith Ambassadors of this Global Community to join me. Stand with me for this greater cause. Together we can make a difference in this ministry. I am the custodian of the problems which God has blessed me with and these are my ministries. Join me on this blessed 40 day journey of Faith as I share my story and that of many of the women of faith whom I have encountered on my travels from Bulawayo Zimbabwe to Orange County USA. I pray that you will find the courage to surrender to him. Over the next 40 days you will see a life that was a lump of clay be transformed and shaped into the Master’s sculpture and a masterpiece of his great design for his great purpose. Today is the first day of the rest of my life. I finally accept my mission on this earth. I declare myself a bold Faith Ambassador and an Advocate for this greater cause before God & before men.

Amen.

Humbly
Chiedza Mavangira
9/Feb/2015
My Baptism
7/Dec/2014











Saturday, February 7, 2015

Aliens Love FASHION too! by Alien Force Digital Model Chiedza Mavangira



This Has Been A VuduVintageVoice Celebrity Product Endorsement.

African Royalty Hits The Red with Mai Tanatswa Interviewed By VuduVintageVoice




Afrocentric to Rock the Red Carpet 2015. 
Thank you Mai Tanatswa. You are a incredibly gifted Fashion Designer.
Follow us into the world of Fashion in an upcoming indeepth Interview Behind the Scenes with Mai Tanatswa.

VuduVintageVoice Introducing exotically bright explosion of color for the Spring/Summer Collection.
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— feeling loved.

A VuduVintageVoice Celebrity Product Endorsement On The Red with Sheryl Lee Ralph




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"Dear Chi
Oh this is so exciting, amazing, and wonderful. Thank you very much. I now have no words!"





We Believe in You NORMA! FLY!
LOVE
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Born Without Borders Chapter One By Chiedza Mavangira




Chapter One
Kumusika is a place of great sacrifice. It is the field of the fragile labors of sweating women with hungry children bound to their broken backs. It is the open arena of the poor where brilliant minds succumb to the harsh reality of a life without education and without God. It is the sun-burdened, rain-disillusioned wound of the underprivileged, infested with law enforcement on bicycles waiting to apprehend the desperate for the crimes of the government. It is a vegetable galaxy where grown men and women fight poverty with their tongues. 
> >"Matomatisi! Matomatisi! Matomatisi!" 
> >Women’s untiring voices chant to seduce the weary traveler to their wares. 
> >"Mutare! Mutare! Mutare!" 
> >The bus conductor’s voice chants to seduce the impatient traveler to his destination. 
> >The afternoon heat is the enemy, reducing once swollen ripe tomatoes to wrinkled impostors. A dust road-tainted bus pulls into its terminal and its wrinkled travelers
> > disembark. With the agility of city monkeys, two young men scramble to the roof of the bus and begin unloading the precariously-tied luggage and dropping it on the waiting passengers. In the next terminal a high-pitched voice announces the departure of the green and yellow bus for Gweru. An army of boiled egg-selling vendors assault the moving bus. Greedy brown hands grasp at questionably hygienic foods through half-closed, dirty windows. A woman sits down on the brown bags of sugar and mealie-meal that she has purchased in the bustling city to take to some obscure village. A round cheeked youngster is bounced on her knee impatiently; sweat swimming down her young face. Without hesitation a mother shoves her child to her and to greedy, waiting lips. 
> >"Stop thief! Stop thief! Mbavha! Mbavha!" 
> >A dirty bolt of crime tears across a crowded pavement and another handbag
> > disappears into the relentless Harare day. 
> >"Are you certain that you will be safe?" the man of God without a white collar asks me. 
> >"Oh, I will be perfectly safe! Thank-you so much! Someday I’ll repay you. I promise!" 
> >The oath is made with the innocent fervor of youth but lacks sincerity. Pastor Bell’s response is a forgiving smile. I stand at the Musika, hands at my side, conspicuously without luggage and my growing secret concealed by belly and flesh. Tears plague my eyes with things I must not say and with truths that I am not yet ready to tell. 
> >"Thank-you." 
> >Pastor Bell places a single hand on my defiant shoulder. I am defying life and I am defying pain. I am defying God. 
> >"There is only one way that you may truly thank me…get accepted to that college in the States and become a writer." 
> >I know that his next words will be encouraging. 
> >"Be of good faith. Be of good courage." 
> >And then he breaks my already broken
> > heart. 
> >"I believe in you." 
> >Solitude is standing in a crowded bus terminal watching your faith and courage walk away. "Godspeed!" 
> >I raise both my hands and frantically wave. It is until the light blue car is vanished from sight that my hands finally surrender to the inevitable and reluctantly return to my side. This is the last time that I would think of a man as Godly. 
> >"Muri kueyenda Kupi Sisi?" 
> >The curious man asks the now abandoned black girl who had stood moments before with the white Pastor. 
> >"KuBulawayo." 
> >Solitude is sitting in a hectic city bus with chickens tied to its roof and old women chewing on things they never swallow.
‪#‎saddleback‬ ‪#‎YearofFaith‬ ‪#‎FaithAmbassador‬‪#‎WorldVisionInternationalFundRaiserAdvocate‬ ‪#‎Zimbabweshallbesaved‬‪#‎faiththatmovesmountains‬ ‪#‎Faithautobiography‬ ‪#‎chiedzamavangira‬‪#‎Alifewithoutborders‬ ‪#‎custommadeforgod‬ ‪#‎bornwithoutborders‬ 
> > 
> AutoBiography Born Without Borders By Beauty & Faith Ambassador Chiedza Mavangira.
CUSTOM MADE FOR GOD


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