MY SPACE: MY PLACE!

My Space: My Place!

My precious life began inside a blob of mucous: like a tiny seed inside fertile ground. I became matter and occupied space right inside my mother’s womb.

Every step my mother took with me after conception, became my step. If my dear mom coughed it became apparently hard to count that as one.

I got officially recognized and my feet planted on the ground on the day I was delivered to these shores.

Whether you get this or not, God punctured my space and my place in the atmosphere thus adding my name to the list of the living!

Hello. You just can’t dismiss me and write off my name from the roll of the living. I am down here through the water, blood, and spirit.

In case you didn’t know this, here’s from me free of charge. Open your ears and listen up well now.

God breathed into my mother’s womb right in the second my father’s seed collided with the prized runaway egg.

Stay with me now. Can you count? At this stage of my yet-to-be life; I am already spirit and blood.

Hey, what happened here and where’s my water?

Wow! Finally, my water broke open after the right temperature was accumulated over nine months. And so, I was born and labeled by my name, date, and the year for personalized ID.

Come up a little closer and let me whisper into your ears. What you already are is far different from who you are. Did you know that who you are is what you become. This is your public status in terms of reputation, accolades, pride or wealth!

Apart from the fact that a man is completed by spirit, soul, and body… there’s another intriguing angle of our being and makeup!

This is He that came by water and blood, even Jesus Christ, not by water only, but by water and blood. And it is the Spirit that bears witness because the Spirit is Truth.

My space is my place because I occupy space like matter. I am the water, the blood, and the spirit. What I am is what God made me to be. I cannot change or reverse my complexity. It is what it is, and I am what I am!

My space is my presence in this world. My place is wherever I go and where I am. I find it very ironic when some racist morons shout at my people, “Go back to Africa!”

What a pity, I feel sorry for these uneducated fools! Possession to me as a person God created like He created Adam is not about acquisition and greed. I carry my world inside my heart wherever I go… This is my character and virtue.

Like it or not, you just can’t wish me away. You cannot break my spirit no matter what you do. Well, I give it to you, burning my house down and scandalizing my name all that you can: could make me a bit sad and angry but, that’s not all for me still!

My space and place. Nobody can take it in this world filled with 8 billion souls. My space and my place survived and thrived in all kinds of weather. Storms, killer waves, tornadoes, earthquakes, volcanos, floods, wars, uprisings and whatever form of threat or incoming danger!

My space and my place remain mine forever, dead or alive. One day, when I am dead and gone, my footprints, my descendants will carry forth my name.

Strangers stumbling upon my grave, will know about my space and my place a hundred years later. They will look at each other, shake off their heads and say, yea, Wow, this was the man!

My Space Written By: Sydney Pikelela Gutyungwa
© August 15th, 2025
Featured Title Song: It's A House Party
From The Title Album: Smoke & Mirrors
Smooth Jazz Artist: Steve Cole
© 2021


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