PIKELELA GUTYUNGWA MEMOIRS

all smiles, all laughs and no tears was all that dazzled my mind and warmed my heart the first time I was introduced to her. she appeared easy, carefree and not  bothered to know what I am even though  this was the first time our worlds collided. she cared for me like a dear sister would. all smiles, all laughs and no tears she seemed to telepathize me: I live here. I am what I am, this is my world, didn't my sister tell you? no tears. they say, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step: but my journey of a million miles with Dani began  with all smiles, all laughs and no tears. our new tiny world boomed into panoramic  valley of assorted coloured scented-roses. our hearts fused and melted into one beat and shared all smiles, all laughs and no tears. One sad evening after my brother had  died in his sleep and in the same day: phone rang, wife answered and suddenly: shrieking screams of painful cries of grief bellowed. what in the world happened now...

Dani Bernardo 14/07/1964 - 24/09/2021   all smiles, all laughs and no tears was all that dazzled my mind and warmed my heart the first time I was introduced to her. she appeared easy, carefree and not  bothered to know what I am even though  this was the first time our worlds collided. she cared for me like a dear sister would. all smiles, all laughs and no tears she seemed to telepathize me: I live here. I am what I am, this is my world, didn't my sister tell you? no tears. they say, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step: but my journey of a million miles with Dani began  with all smiles, all laughs and no tears. our new tiny world boomed into panoramic  valley of assorted coloured scented-roses. our hearts fused and melted into one beat and shared all smiles, all laughs and no tears. One sad evening after my brother had  died in his sleep and in the same day: phone rang, wife answered and suddenly: shrieking screams of painful cries of g...

    To All My Departed Sisters! When I was born there were four big sisters waiting at the helm to receive and welcome me. Most babies are not so lucky... to be waited upon by four loving and dedicated matrons at their birth. It fills this old and tired heart of mine with sweet memories to know that all my sisters were all smiles and excited about my arrival. To All My Four Loving Sisters.. here’s a big up to you. Thank you for all the love and the utmost care you gave to me as a baby and throughout my childhood! You took care of this boy and showed me around the corridors of life! Where would I be today without your cheerful smiles and loving eyes? To My Departed Sisters... Zodwa, Makhulu and Lala! I miss you from the bottom of my heart. You girls gave me love and cared for this heart of mine. You became my hope and security when Mom left me for Heaven at eight years old! To Maureen my Living Legend and the only surviving big sister... You know my heart bea...

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COMMENTS FROM THE AUTHOR...   Oh, for the joy of being the Hoarder of Words and the  mystery of being a writer and a poet: where you can write just about anything, at the click of a simple thought and idea: based on on visuals, hearing, dreaming and daily interaction with ordinary people like myself! I write in simple English but it takes some doing and serious reading to make sense of what in the world I'm yelping about. I'm particularly happy to be sampling one of my favourite albums by my all-time-favourite Smooth Jazz Artist: Brian Culbertson. One day during my usual trips to my Music Shop, I walked in just as they were busy promoting this album: I listened once and had to buy the disc immediately. On this day, those many years ago, marks the day I crossed my path with one of the most talented Jazz Pianist and I thank God I visited my Music Shop that day. I have since been following Brian like the shadow follows the sun. Thank You Brian for sharing your gift of life w...

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Reflections...   ... This version remains unchanged from the original except for the swapping of the female voice artist with the male one. It also has a long intro and more refined and reduced music volume for more clarity and crispness in the artist's voice. All that said, the message remains unchanged and uncompromised in any poetical form except in more clandestine remixing arrangements. Ladies & Gentlemen, this is love, according to Pikelela...🤸🏻‍♀🫶🏼❤     Through Her Eyes! The way she smiles and the way she walks, all designed to fascinate and mesmerize my cool. The way she talks and her royal looks which say, I am all the woman you see! Teasing and provoking my smooth edges and remains completely natural. I feel her royal presence through the softness of her eyes, looking at me in a commanding way. After sensing no intimidation, I submitted coyly to my day fantasy! Her melodic voice almost sounds like an invitation for me to join her symph...

When I was born, all the people around me began to sing; and shared laughter of joyous celebration: I felt the love tinge zapping all over my body. Some clapped their hands and others danced; all my brothers and sisters gathered around me: and gazed at me with the widest smiles, never known to grown up people...it was magic! because a new kid on the block, had just docked his ship in these earthly shores. they welcomed and embraced me, with all tenderness only a new baby could invoke; and deserves... I was loved. I continued to sing and hum many intelligible tunes; even though my Mama and people around me: always confused these mystic songs with "baby cries". Every time I tried to "sing" they always pushed food inside my mouth; instead of taking their time to listen carefully, and to understand my heavenly language. I was frustrated that everyone, including my Mama, failed to hear my message; to hear my songs... So, I punched the air with my clenched fists, and kic...