PIKELELA GUTYUNGWA MEMOIRS

  Love Lyrics.. Like I told you a million times over, that God has given me… these thoughts and words to play with the rest of my life. I will never use AI to undermine my God given talent of throwing a glossary of a thousand words into the sky… and land with original and never heard before lines! Yesterday, I was relaxing at the mall watching shoppers going in all directions.  For a while, I had intended to use these minutes for relaxation after writing an epic narrative on war. Then, I started to randomize Dave Koz’s Discography in my music player.  Hey, this is it… I landed with this magic piece after only three spins. I sat there and wrote this love teaser not even knowing exactly where I was going. When the Spirit moves my heart, it doesn’t matter where I am… I just start writing right away. Every now and then, I’m given the privilege to really play with these thoughts and words God gave me to play with. I spent more than 1/3 of my life talking to deaf people with ha...

Our Dangerous World. . Apart from being a South African, born into this dangerous world: I am numbered among the 8 billion souls and citizens of the Planet Earth. I am a global citizen who’s equally concerned about the politics going south and tipping over into the hands of the racist, right wing nationals. Here’s hoping I am going to be allowed a chance to be read within my context and global anti-war stance shared by millions of like-minded earth citizens. Pointing injustices against Israel have nothing to do with anti-Semitism. I am not apologetic to every word or simile I shared in this narrative. Precarious global events affect us all, it doesn’t matter who and what you are. Your colourful social status won’t save you from a deadly war raging inside your own backyard. The rise of racist right wing majority governments around the developed world in the last two decades... is a threat to democracy everywhere. This narrative is a cry from the bottom of my heart and the hearts of mill...

  Another Day... Another Page! Last night as usual. I flicked off the light, hit the sack and gave the world back to God. If I lived proficiently like a successful business, I would count my daily earnings before I crawl up my bed. But alas! I am just another tired human being who has no idea just how my day will roll out. I remember waking up during my nightshift frequenting the bucket to pee and struggling back to my sleep.  Hearing the never ending noises of the night assured me I was still alive this side of Heaven. Sometimes, my mind races back many years and wanders around all the places I have been. I sit back and wonder what could or might have been if I took a different approach. In my own forlorn world and not yours. I believe life is nothing but a giant endless spin to nowhere. Every time I look over my shoulders, I see gigantic bold letters of REGRETS! But hey, here comes the morning with yet another day and another clean page to print all my footprints again. Isn’...

  The Question I do not know for some reasons, why the question almost and all the time... evokes so much unprecedented anger. Like the fearless poker inside the red hot fire. The question thrives at exposing the red hot ambers by scattering the ashes overwhelming the heat. Hey, we are seated around this fireplace and yet it is getting colder in this room! What’s going on? Please gimme that poker and let me get this fire restarted. The poker like the heat agent it is, in a winter cold day... always succeeds in clearing out the ashy debris obstructing the heat. The question. Nothing has the mind of its own like the question. It always rears it’s unpredictable haunting head when least expected. Life would be much easier if everyone had the right to organise and cover themselves with personalised preferred questions. Only in this way, if it were possible, real and applicable in this life across cultural lines... People would readily take any question. The question. So you think we liv...

  Walking Backwards Is Still  A Dream ! Now you see me... and now you don’t.  Playing hide and seek as kids was more real than the world I live in today!  Once upon a time.  Hello used to be followed by a hushed up Goodbye. Winking an eye meant get outta here. Behind every smile glibly hide a thousand frowns. It is no use to hide what others cannot see or feel. What happened to the world of my yesteryears? If only my thoughts would wait and give me enough time to decide. After all, the cost of living is more expensive than life itself. They say a picture tells a thousand words but no one can number the endless colours of our sad life. Walking backwards is still a Dream. Our Present Day owes its meaning to the Past. History wouldn’t be history without us: the Present of Today ... we are here to remember it all. Like the Weather and Time, History has a mind of its own. Walking backwards is still a Dream, otherwise some memories would not hurt so much. I believe mo...

But... God A lot of bad things and less of good could be said about my life by anyone who thinks they are somebody. You see. Extraordinarily,  life around your real life gets owned by those who think they know you . These are the individuals who control the catalogue and inventory of my existence. Like every human being crawling alongside the ants, I simply sit back, watch and listen… Why? Because I do not have the power to control the narrative of what others think about me. I am forever amazed by how I always kept this same persuasion of being alone in this world… From day one after my mother passed on and left me at eight. All the little lights of my naivety went dim around me . I looked at the dark world and the world glibly stared back at me. But… God. It will really serve no purpose for this man to waste your precious time railing about how good I really am. Living in a world filled with eight billion souls where each individual struggles to survive at all costs and by whatev...

  The Blessing Of Being Black! Black is Beautiful! Just in case you are one of them Black People who were brainwashed by the West... That the colour of the skin of a man and the colour of his eyes... make him a superior race to everyone else. Well, I’ve got news for you. Perhaps you have not read nor understood your own Bible written in your own tongue. What would you say if I told you that Black People existed in the Pages of the Bible as early as Genesis? Sometimes it is not easy and not so comfortable for one to tell the Truth without being apologetic to other races false gospel and doctrines. In the early days of the Bible we find Moses being married to a Black woman. In Numbers 12 verse 1 we find his older siblings, Miriam and Aaron... scolding Moses for marrying Zipporah, a Black woman. Say what? What did God do to protect Moses His servant? Ok, relax and calm down man. Here, take this glass of water to calm your nerves! Miriam was struck with lepros...