PIKELELA GUTYUNGWA MEMOIRS

  This Was Me! Looking back over my shoulders, I could see my past life zigzagging endlessly into my horizons. Unbelievable but true, I sprayed my unique odour and body scent assigned to me by Mother Nature like my exclusive fingerprints. I’ve been there and was there and can’t deny it... My heart and mind remember just as I was back then. Like a compelling crime scene littered with fingerprints, blood spats and my irrefutable DNA... complete with my footprints and retraceable shadows. Easy now. This ain’t no crime scene as in the breaking law but just a moral downslope and momentary slip. If you don’t mind, just sit back and give me space and a minute to explain myself. You know sometimes it is very difficult to penetrate the mind of a man, no matter how hard they honestly try to paint their picture to the outsider. This was me. Please tell me how long does it take for a man to recognize his own face? What about hearing his voice played back to him as evidence!...

Slipping And Sliding Inside Your Sweet Memories! Sometimes, simple words become impossible and very evasive to catch and phrase into lively expressions. Thoughts descending and landing softly on my tired shoulders like gentle drizzling raindrops in a foggy day. Like a dog trying to catch its tail by going round and round in circles. I finally gave up and sat it out. Gazing upon your beautiful face and deep velvety eyes, gave me strength to muster the courage and coughed out these staggered words. Across the end of the street I could see your dazzling figure graciously waltzing towards my direction. Incredibly, even under this foggy mirage: your warm smile, inviting and melting eyes caught my attention. Suddenly, my heart felt so sweetly trapped and settled down immediately after I was introduced as your newest colleague. This Is the only way I could best describe meeting my twin sister from the other mother the first time... Manto, Theodora. We hit the ground runnin...

  The Lost Garden The cedars in the Garden of God could not hide him: the fir trees were not like his boughs. And the chestnut trees were not like his branches; nor any tree in the Garden of God was like unto him in his beauty. I have made him fair by the multitude of his branches: so that all the trees of Eden, that were in the Garden of God, envied him. In this epic of shame and tell, God is addressing the fallen cherub Lucifer, who’s now morphed up into a devil. It’s interesting how God setup the Garden of Eden as a perfect replica of the Garden of God in Heaven... This is where Lucifer enjoyed the privilege of being the only angel allowed to enter. So when the devil first entered the Garden of Eden, he was confused to the nines about his own geographical whereabouts! The devil looked around and looked up the skies with a deranged mind after realising just how much his rebellion against God had cost him. Where am I and what is this I see with my own eyes? T...

  And You Shall Know The Truth! And you shall know Me and I will set you free! Jesus Christ. The Son of God and the Lamb of God. Following, are some of the few doctrine defying statements I have made throughout my narratives. In Heaven. There are no worship teams and no gospel music artists! In Heaven. There’s no service and program lineup presented on centre stage as in our earthly tradition. Actually, there are no entertainers in Heaven... Praise and Worship is rapturous everywhere and well from within under the Spirit of God! In Heaven. No celebrated false prophets recognised. Depart from me, I do not know you! Jesus will shout. The Lord knows them who are His! In Heaven. There are no spectators or brainwashed stupid fans running after the Apostles! Hello. This Is a matter of life and death. And you shall know the Truth and the Truth shall set you free. Said Jesus to His Apostles. You see, Jesus was pointing at Himself when He talked about the Truth t...

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Feelings, in whatever mood matter sometimes.. . If I must open the window of my heart and let you see the real backdrop behind this narrative... this is it. After being let down by my first daughter and after we've agreed for her to meet her little sister for the very first time... I was very distraught. She withdrew at the last minute. I went to bed with a very heavy heart. I believe the Spirit whispered inside my sad heart these sweet words in the dead of the night. I tossed and turned as I began to listen to my heart, comforting and propping and lifting me higher than I thought I could ever climb. Everything else is history after this amazing encounter of wrestling with these incredible words and lines in my heart. Waking up the following morning was nothing but a formality as I began to smooth all the way to my last verse. Yes, yes... She's My Baby and She's All I Got ! Reflections, realignment, retracing and recollections of the life spectacled usually incognito to the...

  To Whom It May Concern If I may. Let me just grab this notebook and scribble down these thoughts while I’m still at it My life is an open book read by people from all walks of life. I feel like a private citizen when I’m hiding behind my thoughts and words A perfect dashing shadow under the thick cover of darkness. I am not dead like a ghost otherwise if I was, you wouldn’t be hearing my voice. Believe me when I say there’s no iota of anger or retribution in my voice. I’m just porous of words and thoughts. These belong to you and me. I’ll rock up dead within 72 hours if I tried to suppress these words and thoughts to myself. All those who knew me back then and suddenly pretend to have never met or saw my face before... I greet You! I am nothing but a tragic miracle whose guts are all splattered out there in the open. Indeed this boy has a mind of his own and is not surprised at how some of you try to cover the ears to avoid the truth. To Whom It May Conc...