PIKELELA GUTYUNGWA MEMOIRS

Related Narrative... We Can't Be All Wrong! Pro-Lifers Versus Pro-Choice: No One Can Cast The First Stone! Whatever Whenever Wherever And Whoever You Are! They say, gambling is a game of chance. Likewise life rhymes within the same number of decibels. Chance happens in daring forward movements. Doing something about whatever challenges present themselves to you count the most. Time and life wait for no one. You cannot refuse to live and pretend you're dead while your heart is beating! Whatever whenever wherever and whoever you are.. is all it takes for anyone to be part of a story. Your story and ours! You just can't have or paint your own story and live it. In more ways than one, your outcomes are influenced by overlapping stories of other people. No man is an island. This is the slogan for all life forms! You just can't be your own formation out of nothing and eerily show up. Roots are mothers of all life. Whatever whenever wherever and whoever you

  COMMENTS...  I know for a fact that these words of mine mean absolutely nothing to some of you. Even though some sneer at me and question my authority and command of these immortal words; you do not understand why you keep coming back.  I want to write like a dying man. Like Apostle John when he wrote the Revelation with his eyes gouged out. I want the generation I'm write for, one day, to go.. Damn what happened and what was wrong with the generation of this man? You won't read about me nor see my face in some crazy reality shows. I want you to feel my pounding heartbeat in every line I write. You will feel my presence breathing hard behind you if you read these words and thoughts through your heart.  Sometimes I just love to throw the whole glossary of words right to your face. For you to decide what in God's world I'm talking about here?  These words are not for sale! They're never fully mine, they belong to God. You see God keeps me inside His backyard and bar

  REFLECTIONS.. A thought becomes one to me as soon as I finish processing it. Sometimes it really doesn’t matter where I am, if I feel inspired to write on anything.. I just go right ahead. I felt the move in my heart while I was still on my way to the bank. And it really didn’t matter to me when I started writing right inside the queue. And by the time I reached the service desk I had already written almost ten stanzas. I continued to the supermarket and did the same while queuing up for the cashier. I was really caught up in this incredible story. Small Town Folks was born while walking down the streets and minding my own business. It took me a cool ten hours, from 13h00 - 22h00 to finish this narrative.  Sometimes I struggle to grab the end of the stick.  With this narrative, I am sharing with you the other side of my slice buttered on both sides! Story telling is one of the most difficult thing to do as a writer. This is my second raw story I have written in these page

Similar Narrative..  Once All Wrapped Up In Innocence   One Way Road      Tossing And Turning! Life begins inside a barrier called the womb. Starting just as a blob, it then develops into a human foetus through tossing and turning over nine months! In the fulfillment of days, this baby is now ready to be kicked out thru the birth canal. A baby is born when the foetus runs out of space inside the womb. It would be better for all babies to be advised that leaving this one barrier is no freedom to living without one in the world. Tossing and turning, going around in circles is what life’s all about. From one barrier called the womb into another called the world. This is how we roll! Is it any wonder why we spend our lives tossing and turning in our beds, trapped and struggling inside the 24 hour capsule called the earth. Hahaha, God is laughing at us! Just when the man thought he had worked long and hard and deserved his sweat and glory... God flicks off the clock of h