PIKELELA GUTYUNGWA MEMOIRS

Similar Tributes Tribute To My Dear Mother  Through A Glass She Knows She's My Mother  My Jazzy Mom A Sister With A Heart Of Gold _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ PLEASE SUBSCRIBE TO THIS CHANNEL AND SHARE!!  Dear Mother Hello my Dear Mother, I hope this humble citation from my heart will travel faster than the speed of light and reach you pronto, Yonder in Beulah Land. Given the abyss and this greathearted triangulate between us.. we are light eternal years away from each other. I’m still mired and atomized inside this earthly fizz.. and you out there?   Relishing in the Light of Eternity with God. Wow, I envy you! Dear Mother, it’s hard for me to believe I had to incise for itsy-bitsy sleep most nights knowing I will see you no more at sunrise. The last memo I wrote for you during your transition, was filled with pain,   sadness and the tears but today.. Dear Mother, I am writing this endearing monotone as your son whom you loved unconditionally. Look into my eyes mother.....

FOREWORD I grew up as an orphan from the tender age of eight even then, young as I was;  I still had  inerasable memories about My Departed Dear Mother . Sometimes my Big Sister is shocked when she hears me tell her about our Mother and she'd say: how do you remember all these things because Mom passed away when you were so young?  After the pain of losing my Mother, God blessed with more than two dozen Mothers who all filled the void I had in my heart. Mrs Nomvuyo Edith Tshabalala recited in this Poem, is the only survivor of the two dozen I had. Last night I couldn't sleep without thinking about her; I wrote the template of this Poem in my dreams.  Please follow the rest of the Story in my Poem! SHE KNOWS SHE'S MY MOTHER! Yesteryear I tossed up a coin and God said to me in a crystal whisper: Heads or Tails you still Win! Many people always feel this uncontrollable pity whenever you tell them you grew up an orphan. Shame, we're very sorry to hear that, didn't k...

  Dear Heart! Looking back over my shoulders, it is hard to believe that this ship... my body, has been kept afloat off the ground: all these years by one superhero... the size of my fist. You give a different meaning to the saying... the first shall be the last and the last... the first! Yours, is a perfect circle which started to circulate from inside the circumference of my being. I owe my whole life to your continuous uninterrupted calculus beating... sustaining my precarious life… way beyond my horizons. Dear Heart. I know and even plead guilty before my charge sheet is read before the Heavenly Council... that often, I have negated my duties of appreciation for your supreme role in my life. It is extremely easy for my mind to be arrogant and proud... and continues to march on without regarding the roots of this self-propelled body. Without you my heart... there is not now and then. There is not today, no tomorrow or the future. Dear Heart. I am what I am ...

  Do You Remember! Like a typical farmer my father was, the man simply and passionately dropped his seeds into the fertile garden and left everything else to nature. It is never the duty of the farmer to keep digging out the planted seed, checking if it has taken roots already. Remember, some things are better off when left completely in the care and embrace of nature! Now, it takes a little while for the ground to bond with the seed before any germination could take place. Nothing will happen until the very seed corrupts and dies before any signs of new offshoots can be seen. Hello. This was me in the making and germinating within my mother’s blessed womb. Like in the case of my father, my mother too; remained oblivious to the volcanic swelling developing until one fine morning. She woke up feeling nauseous and extremely dizzy. This was me officially putting my mother on notice… I am coming! From this point onwards, my mother knew she was no longer alone and had ...

Finding My Heart! I was conceived in a heartbeat and got delivered through a pulsating life-giving force. Life, like the rapidly approaching sun-rays heralding a brand-new day... my sun rose up one summer day. The sun-rays of life approached my sweet mother hours before my water broke. Her birth pangs like the natural wildfire destroying the whole vegetation ahead the summer breaking into unbelievable green. I emerged on the other side of labouring pains, tears and cries for life...and so I was born into these shores. I interrupted my sweet mother for the longest time of her life. Nine months in total. Without her sacrifice I wouldn’t be talking to you today. This woman gave me my heartbeat. I owe all my sunshine and my sunset to her. Now. I have seen, felt and warmed by different smiles a million times over in my life. Believe me when I say to you... Nobody could smile as beautiful as my sweet mother. Her embracing smile remains forever rooted inside my heart a...