PIKELELA GUTYUNGWA MEMOIRS

Footnotes... Wow... a black Jesus! Oh yes of course. In case you didn't know this.... Jesus was born in Palestine and this makes Him a Palastinian Jew. We need to correct a myriad of Biblical History Distortions in our lifetime. The West programmed the Christian masses to believe that Jesus was a white man who looked like a rock star. You can see this false depiction in all movies. Well, if you read your Bible, you must have come across a portion in which reads like... Genesis 42:8 [8]And Joseph knew his brethren, but they knew not him. You know why Joseph's brothers failed to identify him from the Egyptians? They could not because Joseph looked like the Egyptians. Oh yea, Egypt? Another lie from the West was that the Egyptians were white in complexion. False. The Egyptians were black as Africa. Spare your breath from arguing with some crazy Egyptians quarrelling against the 'black' Cleopatra. Most historical facts attest that Cleopatra was black. Why are we wasting tim

 I Do Life! Hello to all my cyberspace friends. This is Pikelela Speaking... You and I do not always see each other like neighbours. But hey.  Nothing compares to our hearts and souls mingling through the power of the Spoken Word. Our worlds have no boundaries and feels a lot closer than distant lovers who are oceans apart. We are closer to each other... only separated by the air we breathe. What is life... what is okay and acceptable to your world? Difference of opinions about life and the meaning thereof vary from face to face. Culture, lifestyles, traditions, religious beliefs, and extreme nationalist pride sparsely ovulated with unpronounced racism. All belong inside this giant melting pot called humanity. We remain inanimate and non-existent until we take our first breath at birth! Every soul must do life before our empty brains get loaded with all this dribble of convoluted opinions. I believe in people and that is why I choose to always do life. I do life in my walk... in my sle

  ONLY IF! What now… She asked herself as a third person. Only if and if only… I knew. What would have happened to me before I took that fatal misstep? Oh God.  She cried and screamed at her own reflection in the mirror! She said these sad and self-condemning words while laying on her back… and staring at the ceiling above. It would be over a month today since Lucy left her room and met the world outside. Hers... was a sad story of a woman who tried to run away from her life… her own self. She banged her head against the walls so many times until she could feel no pain. Spitting and kicking against nothing while uttering unprintable expletives… did not make her feel better either! The woman hated even to peep through her windows and check what kind of weather her days brought. You see. Lucy, a tender young woman of twenty years. Had met and fell in love with her first boyfriend…. Ben. Just eight months earlier during the annual local fest in her cool neighbourhood. Like many young peop

  Even Now! It is hard to imagine that only yesterday of yesteryears, this boy was worth just a few kilos and a fully brained skull with no memories. I once had nothing to give to this world except for my hungry mouth to be fed after I had belched out the loudest screams. Anything around me was everything made from nothing which left my empty mind with thoughtless imaginations. My point of view always stretched from my tummy to my brain... everything else did not matter that much. Having a full stomach became the highlight of my every day. Give me food or leave me alone. Even now. As I look back after all these years... I still wonder and try to imagine how I spent my typical baby days. Truly, as the Lord lived. I can say, for now.... that my baby days were the most carefree years of my life. When I was a baby. I did not care how I looked and had no qualms about what other people thought of me. Babies are the happiest creatures in the world. When babies meet the first time... there are

  Matilda! Not again!  Girl... No... Hell-No! You cannot keep on letting him do these things.... hurt you with impunity, treating you like trash. There is a limit to everything in this life. You cannot just keep gobbling and swallowing these terrible things done on you... On the other side of the phone, Gail was weeping and crying a river.... after absorbing and taking more blows from her abusive husband... Diamond. Now. Matilda, like her powerful name suggests... she was a no-nonsense independent lady who would not stand any form of abuse. Two days later... after the spousal violence. Matilda was eagerly waiting for the arrival of her best friend around the company’s reception lobby. You see, Gail was beaten so bad and so black and blue... She was left with no choice but to take a two-day sick leave to recover from her facial bruises. Ironically, and very shockingly... Gail always believed Diamond loved her so much... despite all the violent abuse. On the contrary. Gail got brainwashe

  This Man! Now... All those who know me will attest without any doubt that I really am not given to sing praises for other people. But I will tell you this. It takes a man to raise a man in a boy.  I would be the most unhinged and proudest imbecile to think I am where I am because of my own struggles and ingenuity. It takes deep rooting and a strong tree to bring about fruits we all love and enjoy.  There can be no fruits without a tree  I owe my existence to the two strangers who glanced at each other with a smile, fell in love and said… Let us take this love affair to another level !  They cuddled, kissed, frolicked… played intimately and lovingly until my mother conceived me. Without my father and my mother looking at each other, the way they did… I do not exist . This boy here… is the product of their love.  Yes. Go ahead and tell the world… this boy is normal because he was conceived under the waterfalls of love. Wow. I am 109% proud and over the moon, to tell you that…  I am the

  One Page A Day! If I spent my life following and chasing  shadows of other people…  I’ll be damned when God demands I give account for my days on Earth. Light, action and camera…  is all it takes for the day to roll forward, and you are good as gone. Life is a journey of one soul inside this crowded world.  Every single person who crosses your path leaves a clue…  For you to connect the dots and visualize whatever lies ahead. Things left behind don’t necessarily become your history…  but instead haunt your memories as missed opportunities. I keep thinking to myself… and yet my thoughts keep retracing the steps already taken. Every single day comes like the rolling fast cloud…  like the good wave we must hold onto during rough tidal waves. If only… I was forearmed right early in my childhood..  for whatever challenge life throws at me. Unfortunately.  Life is learned and experienced in real time.  You rise and fall as you struggle all the way to nowhere. Every second and minute you sp

Your Attention Seeking God! Your god is restless... always scratching his followers backs for more gossip and demanding personal favours. Tell the world and whoever listens to you... that I am more important and more powerful than Satan.  Remind them. I created the devil. You know I don’t have a physical vessel in order to express myself the way I feel about you... Dear Church. This is Pikelela Speaking... Your attention seeking god is not the God of the Bible. Your attention seeking god... is not the God of Adam and Eve. Your attention seeking god... is not the God of Enoch...Noah and Abraham. Your attention seeking god... is not the God of Melchizedek the King of Salem.  The man who had no origins. Sometimes.  I watch and cringe at all the entertainment which the mega church clowns purported for God’s consumption. Hallelujah! Hosanna to the Highest. Let us clap our hands for Jesus!  As if Jesus stands up and the Father moves His one toe... once in a while after we clapped our hands!

What ls Life Life is God breathing a piece of Himself into a lifeless dummy of Adam. God always gives life once and cannot end or take it away, even how bad He wanted. Men cannot see what only God sees. Every time God looks upon this world…. He sees eight billion pieces of Himself walking around in all directions. Man like God, cannot die and disappear like a puff of smoke into the atmosphere.  Man was created and made in the image and the likeness of God. We carry the indestructible God’s DNA in our souls. What is life? Nothing can be identified as life without stemming from the roots of life of the Almighty God! Man can hate and curse God all he wants… but God sustains His everlasting smile and love for His image. Nobody understands our fragile frame like God does. His patience and mercy for our rebellious hearts is immeasurable. What is life?  In God we walk, live and have our being. The nature of God in our hearts gives us restless souls burdened with sinful guilt. Like a boomerang

  Feeling All Giddy! In a rare twist of natural events. Last night I stood by and watched myself dream.  Strange enough, I could see the whole thing and every single thought and scenario like watching a movie. Walking right into my live dreaming felt like tripping over my legs by myself with nothing obstructing my path. For a while I thought I had breached the laws of physics after experiencing the lighter side of me. Seeing my dream and experiencing it as well as observing it… left me with a ballooned headache.  Suddenly. My thoughts began to overlap and kind of chase each other as in vying for the same spots inside my brain. Like giant splats upon waters, these seem to collide like bubbles in opposite directions into perfect circles. Without any warning. My feet began to float and moved to a sensational beat I’ve never heard before. This was me feeling so giddy and so Into my beat… a cool breeze began to flap smoothly behind my ears. Gee. I was weightless and so giddy about my immedi