PIKELELA GUTYUNGWA MEMOIRS

DEATH FOR EACH SEASON! Man was designed and created by God,  to be Happy All The Time in One Time. By nature, man was immune to pain and sorrows  because they never existed in God's World where Adam lived. There were no Four Seasons in Adam's world.  Every single day was nothing but bliss, in this man's life.  No rain, no rough and destructive climes.  Only Sunrise and Sunset of Paradise.   Sin kicked man out of the Garden of God:  and yes, thru sin came all life's headaches. Separation from God separated man  from the good life God had intended for him. When Adam left Eden to the world of pain outside:  he still had his soulful nature enamoured  to the beautiful Paradise left behind.  Death and Dying did not form the part.  His shattered life was made up for all the good  which was destroyed by his sin. It is for this reason; I make my case against King Solomon's dark take on life.  To everything there is a Season: a time to be born and a time to die. 

  A Sister With A Heart Of Gold! Gold is mentioned eleven chapters earlier: and listed over a hundred times more:  the first and last to be mentioned than Silver in the Holy Bible.  Heaven has more use for Gold than Silver. Heaven is Golden! I have a Sister with a heart of Gold:  Like Gold, she'll never know her worth.  Heaven's streets are paved with Gold  and yet Gold has never been told.  She'll never ever discover who she really is. Gold was designed and made by God: first to last and to end last than all the other minerals:  her worth is priceless and everlasting. I have a Sister with a heart of Gold:  Like Gold, she'll never know her worth.  Designed and made by God:  first to last and to end last than all her siblings Growing up as an orphan early in my life: losing my mother was the hardest blow  any boy-child could ever bear. I thought and felt hopelessly motherless,  until my Sister with her heart of Gold  stepped inside Mom's giant shoes.  She

  My Tears In His Bottle When I was born, mama cried tears of joy...it's been a long and a painful nine months of up’s & down for her. It's hard for me to fathom all the changes mama went thru, while her blood and hormones struggled to adjust to my arrival. I thank God for mama, we both cried tears of joy when my lungs opened for the 1st time! She felt the warmth and the freshness of her new baby boy tears. Heaven rejoiced, as the Archangel joyfully announced my birth and arrival to these earthly shores! My guardian angel was deployed the moment I was conceived! Little did I know that the tears I cried were a prelude of all the many tears I'd need to go thru all my life's struggles. God's been collecting and bottling all the tears I cried from my very first day! He been my Lighthouse in a stormy sea and Pillar of Fire in my darkest days. He stood by my bedside when I was sick and never left me till I got well...friends, family & foes forsook me

  ANONYMOUS! From the very first day after Adam drew his first breath, God gave him the responsibility of naming all things around his world: whatever name Adam allotted to anything became God's Law. Heaven agreed and approved every name Adam pronounced. Even though Adam was excelling in everything God ordained for him, Adam still didn't have a name for God: the man had no apprehension to captivate who the Lord God is, in his punitive metaphysical mind inhibiting him. God is a Spirit and everyone who worships Him must do so in Spirit and in truth: Adam's pureness enabled him to connect with God in Spirit. It is not possible to worship without the Spirit of God thus man is left spinning aimlessly like the planets in the cosmic universe. No man can tell just how these whole divine visits were played out in Adam's world. We could today, if the Lord wanted to reveal for us to catch the glimpse and glimmer of Adam's opulent and pompous glory in the Garden of Eden

No person can stand and stare at the mirror  without hearing some form of whisper,   Nobody can stand in front of a mirror and walk away  without the mirror giving you some words of advice.. . How ugly and how fat you look lately,  the mirror will suggest to you, very politely... and talk to you like a friend. cause the mirror sees you just as you are.  Nope, that suit, and that dress fits too tightly. nothing can be hidden from the all-seeing eye of the mirror... yes, the mirror is your one true eye: your conscience becomes the voice to the mirror,  while you stand there as if time's standing still. time to hear the whisper from the mirror:  the mirror is your one true friend,  that never uses flattery on another friend,  but just plain language a friend understands. Fewer people in the world today, would dare venture outdoors,  if they heeded and believed the advice of their mirrors. Yes, You of course. I’m talking to you...  listen to the whisper of the mirror,  and yo

P R I S M Imagine yourself split into twenty four pieces  each piece represents one hour of your day, one second, one minute and one breath. imagine yourself starting your day in twenty four pieces, yes twenty-four pieces of you go in twenty four different directions; each piece at the ready with pen and paper... to write in details how your day unfolds in twenty four ways, each way tells a story, each point to a direction: forget and don't even try to number the people that cross your path in your one day... and when your day is done...jump to bed, to sleep; what would you dream about...twenty four experiences? wow...now all your pieces come together as one in your dream such is life...like going through twenty four pieces of mirrors life is a prism and an instant reflection and refraction of self this prism of life never ends...only the prism of time does walking hurriedly and at the same time; looking down at your shadow... the shadow of your prism split into twenty four pieces

all smiles, all laughs and no tears was all that dazzled my mind and warmed my heart the first time I was introduced to her. she appeared easy, carefree and not  bothered to know what I am even though  this was the first time our worlds collided. she cared for me like a dear sister would. all smiles, all laughs and no tears she seemed to telepathize me: I live here. I am what I am, this is my world, didn't my sister tell you? no tears. they say, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step: but my journey of a million miles with Dani began  with all smiles, all laughs and no tears. our new tiny world boomed into panoramic  valley of assorted coloured scented-roses. our hearts fused and melted into one beat and shared all smiles, all laughs and no tears. One sad evening after my brother had  died in his sleep and in the same day: phone rang, wife answered and suddenly: shrieking screams of painful cries of grief bellowed. what in the world happened now, I asked. my sister

Last night I heard footsteps of death! It was way past midnight, laying in my sickbed in hospital. Thru the airy quiet of the early morning: medical machines were going on in their usual harmonized chorus! All seemed quiet and normal, with all patients in this massive ward; sleeping and resting soundly: when suddenly... I heard what sounded like quick marching steps: these sounded scariest; I ducked my head under the blankets and listened in awe of the spaces between each step taken! Surely these weren't human steps given the distance and time to reach the end of the ward. In my normal human steps, it would have taken more than 70 to reach end of the ward but: to my amazement, it took the creature some 12 steps to get there. While wondering at the speed, the creature was already on top of the old man; wrestling and strangling him! Death hath crossed the line of grace and this was the night the old man was supposed to die. But the old man.. . Fought back, his bed shaki

A Beggar with a remote controller! BY SYDNEY GUTYUNGWA Life can be hard sometimes; things we take for granted as we cruise along with relative ease: turnout to be the very cornerstone that kept the momentum of our Joy! Used to walk down the streets doing my daily chores without a clue that; a thousand eyes of under privileged poor people were looking at me like a dressed up Prince from a Royal Palace! God knows I never looked down on my fellow men, no matter what race they were from! I did my best in my virtual princely robes the poor had drabbed on me even, without me knowing then! I shared my meagre salary with them whenever I could afford to buy them lunch... their dirty faces lit up with smiles never seen in real life. They hugged me and I hugged them too! We shared our humanness.. How many times do you drive past a hospital fast, without saying a prayer for all the sufferers behind those giant walls of pain? Just how many times did you care to visit the old people in your neighbou