PIKELELA GUTYUNGWA MEMOIRS

Related Narrative... We Can't Be All Wrong! Pro-Lifers Versus Pro-Choice: No One Can Cast The First Stone! Whatever Whenever Wherever And Whoever You Are! They say, gambling is a game of chance. Likewise life rhymes within the same number of decibels. Chance happens in daring forward movements. Doing something about whatever challenges present themselves to you count the most. Time and life wait for no one. You cannot refuse to live and pretend you're dead while your heart is beating! Whatever whenever wherever and whoever you are.. is all it takes for anyone to be part of a story. Your story and ours! You just can't have or paint your own story and live it. In more ways than one, your outcomes are influenced by overlapping stories of other people. No man is an island. This is the slogan for all life forms! You just can't be your own formation out of nothing and eerily show up. Roots are mothers of all life. Whatever whenever wherever and whoever you...

  COMMENTS...  I know for a fact that these words of mine mean absolutely nothing to some of you. Even though some sneer at me and question my authority and command of these immortal words; you do not understand why you keep coming back.  I want to write like a dying man. Like Apostle John when he wrote the Revelation with his eyes gouged out. I want the generation I'm write for, one day, to go.. Damn what happened and what was wrong with the generation of this man? You won't read about me nor see my face in some crazy reality shows. I want you to feel my pounding heartbeat in every line I write. You will feel my presence breathing hard behind you if you read these words and thoughts through your heart.  Sometimes I just love to throw the whole glossary of words right to your face. For you to decide what in God's world I'm talking about here?  These words are not for sale! They're never fully mine, they belong to God. You see God keeps me inside His backyard and...

  REFLECTIONS.. A thought becomes one to me as soon as I finish processing it. Sometimes it really doesn’t matter where I am, if I feel inspired to write on anything.. I just go right ahead. I felt the move in my heart while I was still on my way to the bank. And it really didn’t matter to me when I started writing right inside the queue. And by the time I reached the service desk I had already written almost ten stanzas. I continued to the supermarket and did the same while queuing up for the cashier. I was really caught up in this incredible story. Small Town Folks was born while walking down the streets and minding my own business. It took me a cool ten hours, from 13h00 - 22h00 to finish this narrative.  Sometimes I struggle to grab the end of the stick.  With this narrative, I am sharing with you the other side of my slice buttered on both sides! Story telling is one of the most difficult thing to do as a writer. This is my second raw story I have written...

Similar Narrative..  Once All Wrapped Up In Innocence   One Way Road      Tossing And Turning! Life begins inside a barrier called the womb. Starting just as a blob, it then develops into a human foetus through tossing and turning over nine months! In the fulfillment of days, this baby is now ready to be kicked out thru the birth canal. A baby is born when the foetus runs out of space inside the womb. It would be better for all babies to be advised that leaving this one barrier is no freedom to living without one in the world. Tossing and turning, going around in circles is what life’s all about. From one barrier called the womb into another called the world. This is how we roll! Is it any wonder why we spend our lives tossing and turning in our beds, trapped and struggling inside the 24 hour capsule called the earth. Hahaha, God is laughing at us! Just when the man thought he had worked long and hard and deserved his sweat and glory... God f...

  COMMENTS...  Even before this narrative I had already discarded about six others complete with verses and selected music. The old self in me always shows up when I'm not truly convinced my heart is in-sync with the Spirit.  For some unknown reasons I kept this narrative in my delete box, to be considered later either for keeps or delete. Wow, then I listen to it again and instantly changed my mind.  Sometimes, the fallible being in me shows up and causes me to doubt and ask questions... Why in the world do I bother and do this! On the flip side of the same coin, it'd be easier for me to just hang up my pen and beat it into oblivion.. But my heart, won't let me be just as ordinary as I'd like to be.  My heart and soul, all sold up to God! Only God knows why I must bother this world with these Thoughts and Words.  Hello, it no longer bothers me one iota, if my audience stands aloof and never engages me about all these narratives. I'm nothing but cool banana...

   PRAYERFUL COMMENTS..  Psalms 56:3 What time I am afraid, I will trust in thee. I cannot begin to tell just how tedious and delicate it is to raise a girl child. I don't know about anybody else, I'm not so worried about my son as I am with my daughters. Like father like son!  I spent my whole life praying for my children, I express my parental fears and ask the Lord to shepherd my kids into the Knowledge of His Word. What time I'm afraid, I will call on You Lord!  Watching my girls growing up and moving on up, is the greatest thing to observe and rightly so: knowing God is keeping them for me.  No insurance in this life can guarantee the protection of your kids, even if some are able to afford 24/7 bodyguards protection .. Tragedy still breaks through.  I am the eyewitness for I have seen the hand of God's Salvation upon my children. I do not believe I'm more deserving than all the other parents who lost their pracious kids to capital crime. Others w...

  REFLECTIONS...  Sometimes I just look for the funkiest beat so I can freely write as if I'm running down the mountain. Many people out there never experienced living in a rural area.  Writing this happy piece reminded me how we used to run so fast down the mountain as boys, touching the boulders below our feet like Shaolin Masters. After a few straight and serious writing the Spirit always gives me leave, to get out there and enjoy myself with whatever genres present themselves to my taste at that time.  I hope many of you out there, especially men, will relate to this funky jazzy tune performed by our Guitar Maestro.. Nils and interspersed with my laidback and teasing lyrics!  This was my quickest composition by far. I went sailing the minute I grabbed the title!  Old School Is New School.. And that's a fact!  God bless you all..  ~~~~~~~~~ Similar Narratives ...  I Miss Me Looking Into Me Let It All Hang Out Old School Is New School! ...