PIKELELA GUTYUNGWA MEMOIRS

I’ve Got To Go! Been endlessly pacing up and down these gruesome corridors of life without stepping over my shadow once. If it wasn’t for this crippling opacity my shadow and I, would have ran through these dilapidating walls of obstruction arising up everywhere I go. Silly old life has it’s own way of displacing people and leaving them in areas they had never dreamt of once in a while. I believe man’s ability to navigate all across the rugged planes and roughshod hills... always ends up nowhere! Please John do not forget to send me those coordinates details of your location. I wouldn’t want to miss this your great invitation. And so John’s dear friend sets out to navigate hoping to save time. The man starts one hour earlier in order to arrive comfortably stress free. More than two hours later after setting off, this man hasn’t even noticed or passed one landmark John warned him about. I’ve got to go was the rhythm and the beat for his departure now turned into to nag

  In Way Too Deep! How far is too far enough and how deep is too deep enough for you to pull back and retract yourself from a dangerous situation? All kinds of addictions in life take place in an almost insensitive slow motion... where the binding screws get tightened meticulously tedious . Throughout the arms of time, man has always been a victim of his own creations... where deceiver gets even worse than the deceived. But evil men and seducers shall wax worse and worse, deceiving, and being deceived. In my experience over the years as a Contextual Bible Teacher. I witnessed how cringeworthy it was for me to watch deceived believers attempt to justify a completely false doctrine. In way too deep is what comes to mind. Every time I witness indoctrinated Christians fruitlessly try to shield their exposed false prophets. The evil men and seducers who wax worse and worse are not people outside of the Church but serial spiritual killers within! Well, you can love or hat

  A Word Or Two.. I got to write these lines after receiving a distressed voice message from one of my big sisters, Sonto Mabel Mohale. I have too many sisters. Mabel and I have travelled a long way together, right back when she was my senior manager in my very first job. My sister was in tears after suffering a lengthy emotional abuse by some members of her family. She was way stressed up in tears of emotional pain I reached out to her and comforted with the Word of God by way of reminding her.. she needed to cast all her worries and cares upon Jesus.  I’m glad that my big sister was able to claw back to living again and embraced the Word of God. Like a spiritual doctor I am. I prescribed for her to read the Book of Psalms in Chapters 60 – 80 for speedy recovery and safety in arms of Jesus So yes, 100% of this narrative was inspired by Mabel. I am glad and proud to dedicate these lines to her. Sonto my big sister, here’s to you from the bottom of my heart. Stay clo