PIKELELA GUTYUNGWA MEMOIRS

Reflections!  I still remember so vividly just how God gave me this poem. I was looking at the mountains from the front porch and meditating when suddenly: I heard the Spirit whispers to me... Shadows and Footprints!  At first, I didn't understand what was this about untill the still small voice grew louder within. I began to sob as I paced up and down the house, tearfully jotting every single word I heard.  The Precence of God was too great within and around me as my heart remained connected to the Grid of the Holy Ghost. I saw as if I was in a vision just how God tracked Adam in the Garden.  I got very scared as I began to comprehend what the Spirit was letting me into. To see through this window of life, never interpreted this way before. Shadows and Footprints is real life story which took place in the Garden of Eden.  Amazingly, this very same way God used to track his wayward man, Adam: will be used against us at the Judgment Day!  Why I write these words, these poems which m

  LOOKING FOR CHRIST IN A CHRISTMAS! I was born and grew up in a world infatuated with Christmas. Every year became the very focus for reaching Christmas: nobody can be complete without Christmas. I lived and breathed for Christmas as a little boy: my whole mind was hooked up to this famous idea. Looking for Christ in a Christmas: a year can't be complete without it. It was always Christmas behind and in front of me. Ho Ho Ho: I was addicted to Christmas. For children Christmas means parents turn their whole attention to kids as they get to dictate what they'd love to have for their presents. After all, parents aren't expected to fail to provide and spoil the kids, since they always get100% sponsored by the pot-bellied white-bearded Man in Red and White from the North Pole. Ho Ho Ho: there's no excuse whatsoever for letting the kids down. At least about 60% of the world's children have been brainwashed and raised to believe in Santa and Christmas as the day

COMETH THE MAN, COMETH THE HOUR! Lucifer in his glorious best thought all the beauty God had planted in him, was his own making and self-projected. God covered Lucifer with every precious stone and this glorious spectrum made Lucifer the very first Angelic Rainbow. The man was all-glare! The sardius, the topaz, the diamond, the beryl, the onyx, the jasper, the sapphire, the emerald, the carbuncle, and the gold. Lucifer didn't need any garment for his covering: as his came in the form of every precious stone. As though this was not enough glory and beauty, God further wired Lucifer with musical strings and harmonic pipes for him to breathe through instead of regular lungs. His voice alone projected a myriad of choral voices and every musical instrument in Heaven: this effectively made Lucifer God's very first One-Man Band and One-Man Orchestra. After looking around and found no rival beauty, Lucifer foolishly thought he was that Man living inside God's Hour. God ejected him

If I Were To Say, Breathe My Last! I'm just an atomic part of God, the very idea of self-mobility, independence and being alive is more than fascinating to me than life itself. I feel like a complete thought in the mind of the Almighty released by God to roam free in His Celestial Universe. Blessed among us are those who feel like they're the closest and know God better than the rest of us: the unknowns. These individuals have a brazen conscience and feel no shame to be celebrated and regard themselves as God's favourites and absorb all the Glory intended for the Almighty without fear. I shudder. If I were to say and breathe my last. I’d rather be like King Solomon in spirit and in every communicable way. I won't be rash with my mouth nor let mine heart be hasty to utter anything before God. For God is in heaven and I'm on earth: therefore, my words shall be few. Silence before God shall be my cloak of reasoning. If I were to say and breathe my last: I'

  TO CATCH A BREATH.. To the most preyed animals, catching a breath is to float flirtatiously with almost guaranteed death: winking, slumbering, and sleeping with one eye open, Yes, this is a world where dreaming during sleep is forbidden. Dare to catch a breath, dare to be lunch for some vicious predators! To catch a breath for a fugitive of the law, is as tormenting as having rapid irregular heartbeats. The heart beating out of sync with the brain thus rendering irreconcilable thought patterns leading to pounding headaches awash with real fears of ending behind bars. Catching a nap to this forever woke fella is learning to sleep with eyes open like a rabbit. A sigh is all there is. To catch a nap for a thief after a successful steal is a gold mine and a five-star hotel room for which this self-funded millionaire will pay any amount. Criminal tracks left behind during the crime are always and immediately forgotten by the sleepy-headed outlaw: till the heavy knocks hit his only d