PIKELELA GUTYUNGWA MEMOIRS

  Flashback... Behind every story, there’s a story! I really cannot tell when’s every story regarded as original. More than half the time, characters inside a story aren’t the ones who usually get to tell that same story. A story is usually told or retold through literary interpretation by its admirers and critics. Many times, people inside the story strangely discover themselves after listening to their own story narrated by others. Writing this teaser has been somewhat very challenging for me; to string all the words from the first line to the last. Remember, a story is a collective of words loosely tied together to generate an invisible picture. I am practically painting another world which can only be visible through the eyes of understanding the story painted in words. Words, are you kidding me? Yes of course, this is the most difficult part for many people since they’re lazy to read anything longer than fifty words. After writing about the Scriptures, poems, e

COMMENTS.... Matthew 13:34-35 [34]All these things spake Jesus unto the multitude in parables; and without a parable spake he not unto them: [35]That it might be fulfilled which was spoken by the prophet, saying, I will open my mouth in parables; I will utter things which have been kept secret from the foundation of the world. PLEASE PLAY PART BY SHARING THIS VIDE O! MINE IS DONE AFTER YOU ENJOYED IT! Similar Narratives....   Let It All Hang Out! The Journey! Life Begins With A Heartbeat! Life Full Cycle! A Deep Breath Within A Heartbeat! A tiny determined seed didn’t doubt for a second; it was possible to race against the other half a billion and win! God is the referee and sole spectator in this once-off showdown! Only one or multiple photo-finish winners of this epic race show face in the world! What happens to all the losers? In this epic race there are no second place prizes. The winner takes it all! All others perish and will never be seen again for eternities! Wait a min

  COMMENTS... Just going through my usual typical day, browsing the News and checking some interesting topics from YouTube this morning. While minding my business then suddenly, boom! What was that? The Distance Between Now And Then! The Spirit whispered in my heart. I stopped immediately and allowed these thoughts to sink in! My heart took over and instantly, I opened My Word App and scribbled the same topic down. What now? I start writing the first stanza without any corrections then the second and the third. I now find myself rapidly writing like a typewriter. Well, that’s a little window to let you into my world of writing. When the Spirit moves my heart I just obey! But Lord, what about these things and these tools I need to make a perfect and professional work? My laptop has ceased up as it were. My old android phone is barely breathing, Lord? Half way through after revising these lines, I needed to find an accompanying track to complete this narrative. It too

  The Champion Even though the man was diminutive and looked almost rooted to the ground, he was hard to ignore. I watched the man hard at work in the morning and at sunset. This man had a dream to become a world champion in boxing world. I can remember so vividly, how I used to pass by the tiny local clubhouse in Dube Soweto... on my way to work, to church and back. I must say, in my whole life I have never seen anyone who worked harder than the Champion. Only God knows just how much I admired the man.   Jacob “Baby Jakes” Matlala, was the name of the diminutive boxer. He was only 4 ft 10 tall and the shortest man in boxing history. Despite all the impediments of being the shortest man in the ring, one could almost feel pity for the diminutive boxer. The man was more than determined to fight his way up the highest crown in his weight divisions. The Champ didn’t disappoint and carried all our hopes in South Africa! All the hard work and the discipline Baby Jakes had f

  Please, Analyze This For Me! Sometimes I wonder just when do memories begin to walk back to us? Thoughts float around in small bubbles waiting to be fished out before they become speech or ideas! In my world since I was born, I have never met with Tomorrow. Yesterday is my Today which I was hoping to grab Tomorrow! If man could catch up with the fast moving clouds, the same man would find himself in a position of power to manipulate time. Do you have any dreams at all in your life? Dreaming is saying goodbye to the sun at sunset and wave hello, to the moon and the stars in the evening! At dawn our dreaming slows down after sensing the lightrays approaching. Sunrise wakes us up to chase another racing day! I believe life happens to us daily, in invisible bundles of the same routine and endless dread of shadow-chasing! Please, analyze this for me! In which hour did humanity enter the realm of time? Remember, time is the atmospheric and cosmic total minuted seconds?

  Through The Eyes And Lips Of My Heart! Dear God in Heaven, I’m nothing but just another human being, a speck of dust like the eight billion souls roaming this rugged earth. My prayer this time around, I ask You help me see and speak through my heart. My flesh feels and knows nothing and has no memories. It’s been a great while and more than ten thousand moons, since I took a moment and remembered my legendary late cousin! Amongst the cousins I’ve had in my life; there’s no one who stood majestically like Lucky! Lucky was my everything, the all rounder of my inspiration, the very source of my aspirations. Like a little boy in the presence of his daddy dearest...Lucky was my shoulders which carried all my hopes! Lucky and I shared many things in common. As a little boy, Lucky was my big brother, a tower and windows to the outside world. Our mutual taste for good music became our foundation to celebrate our pastime. Lucky bought all the trending records of the day li

  But Jonah... God’s Fugitive! Now the Word of the LORD came unto Jonah the son of Amittai, saying: Arise, go to Nineveh, that great city, and cry against it for their wickedness is come up before me. But Jonah rose up to flee unto Tarshish from the presence of the LORD, and went down to Joppa. But the LORD sent out a great wind into the sea. And there was a mighty tempest in the sea, so that the ship was like to be broken. As you can see from these verses just how God counters man’s rebellious nature. God sent Jonah to Mosul in Iraq but the Fugitive ran to Lebanon. Mosul was more than 1000 km away from Jerusalem and Lebanon some 500 km. It felt perfectly normal for fugitive Jonah to disobey God and snubbed God’s Command, disobey His will. But Jonah... God’s Fugitive. His rebellion against   God caused unnecessary losses for this commercial ship. Poor marines had to dump into the sea 50% of their cargo worth millions because of Jonah’s rebellion. And where was the F

  Related Narratives... Last Night I heard Footsteps Of Death! Whispers From The Grave! ! The Glorious Dead! Tiptoeing Away In A Smooth Fright! Sometimes as is always the case. Fear strikes our hearts in different ways. Other people are left gasping for air, while some stare without blinking! Humans and animals share the same embedded triggers when it comes to fear. Shockwave causes our brains to release confusing enzymes leaving us in our sixes and sevens. You really have no idea what to do next, after all the shockwaves zapped your blood streams and exited through your terrified skin. Failure to use your precious seconds to analyze what you see with your eyes or feel; diminishes all chances to overcome this sudden engulfing fear. Tiptoeing away in a smooth fright might just be what you need to revert to normal. Do you feel like something or somebody is watching you? Tiptoe away in a smooth fright! I’m dying to get out of this intense fright. Everything around me tri