PIKELELA GUTYUNGWA MEMOIRS

  A Sister With A Heart Of Gold! Gold is mentioned eleven chapters earlier: and listed over a hundred times more:  the first and last to be mentioned than Silver in the Holy Bible.  Heaven has more use for Gold than Silver. Heaven is Golden! I have a Sister with a heart of Gold:  Like Gold, she'll never know her worth.  Heaven's streets are paved with Gold  and yet Gold has never been told.  She'll never ever discover who she really is. Gold was designed and made by God: first to last and to end last than all the other minerals:  her worth is priceless and everlasting. I have a Sister with a heart of Gold:  Like Gold, she'll never know her worth.  Designed and made by God:  first to last and to end last than all her siblings Growing up as an orphan early in my life: losing my mother was the hardest blow  any boy-child could ever bear. I thought and felt hopelessly motherless,  until my Sister with her heart of ...

  MEMOIRS OF MY SON! A youthful wet-behind-the-ear-newbie and the not-so-experienced freshman in the job market: and in a new world where everything looked like furniture! Yes o' yes, that’d be Sydney: I kid you not. Wow, come closer, yea, it's him: it’s Sydney! If only someone could know, I was so scared to even go inside that Great Ward where my Prince was born! Inside the ward, there waited excitedly, my Big Brother, Mother-in law, my Sister-in law and can’t recall who else. This private ward was packed with excited faces indeed, my Son was loved: even before showing a tinge of hair from his birth canal. I was the only scarecrow. I got harshly pushed to the front by my Big Brother: Go, go, go ! I opted for the worst and stood holding the hands of my wife, screaming so loud that I, even me: stopped imagining her pains. She grabbed my poor hands with so much clawed power I thought she was going to break them into pieces. I hurt! After eternally surviving the clawed pain,...

😕😕😕 PUZZLED 😓😓😓 Believe it or not, I put an egg inside my hat and, out came a rabbit: Surprised! For real now, I set down three days ago to write a Dedication to my Mother, Edith: and for some reasons; I kept on writing until I realized I've gone so far and after many paragraphs without ever mentioning my subject matter.  What? I paused to read and, like a dove out of a magician's hat; out came all these words recited in this Essay. Don't ask me how it happened, I can only tell you it really happened. Most of the time I start writing without any heading or topic till I could feel what I'm getting at. Somehow my spirit took over from my mind and dictated for my fingers what to type, and I'm excitedly thrilled this happened, otherwise you wouldn't be reading these magic words in this video. I was finally able to compose the original thought after I had finished writing Still Standing . God moves in mysterious ways and has some wonders to perform! You can ask...

  A Constant Breeze Of Fresh Air Hello people. Pikelela Gutyungwa here standing in the mix. I rise up in the name of love for my departed Sister: Thoko Grace Maseko. I am here today to praise Thoko and not to bury her. You see, Thoko was a very happy and a jolly person. She lived her life to the fullest. Even though we’ll never see her physically again but she’ll always be with us in spirit. Her sweet memories will grant us wings to soar above the pain of loosing her! Thoko Grace Maseko believed in people and had great respect for all. This sweet and almost rooted to the ground beauty exuded with bubbles of joy! A Constant Breeze Of Fresh Air. Thoko was a brave fighter who survived all kinds of weather. Thoko Grace Maseko never enjoyed a pain-free life health-wise. I truly admired her faith in God and how she was determined to look forward to living through each passing day. Thoko was a hero in my world! A Constant Breeze Of Fresh Air Thoko Grace Maseko wa...

Too Young to Remember… Too Old to Forget! When I was just a simple boy who was fascinated by birds, the sounds of animals, cars, and the nighttime noises coming from all kinds of creepy crawlies. When my world used to be too big to imagine but low enough for me to touch the skies and dreamed… I was always out there to learn something new every day. Those were the days and years of my fragile life… our day as kids was eighteen hours long where the sun never set! In the presence of adults, eavesdropping became the weapon of choice since these guys thought I was too short to catch the vibes. If something said in my presence deemed potentially inappropriate or damaging, they’d just weave it and say… Don’t worry this little boy is too young to understand … he’ll just sleep it off and never remember anything in the morning. Only if … they knew! Human Behavioural Science tells us that children begin to record and remember whatever happens around their space from the age of ...