PIKELELA GUTYUNGWA MEMOIRS

No person can stand and stare at the mirror  without hearing some form of whisper,   Nobody can stand in front of a mirror and walk away  without the mirror giving you some words of advice.. . How ugly and how fat you look lately,  the mirror will suggest to you, very politely... and talk to you like a friend. cause the mirror sees you just as you are.  Nope, that suit, and that dress fits too tightly. nothing can be hidden from the all-seeing eye of the mirror... yes, the mirror is your one true eye: your conscience becomes the voice to the mirror,  while you stand there as if time's standing still. time to hear the whisper from the mirror:  the mirror is your one true friend,  that never uses flattery on another friend,  but just plain language a friend understands. Fewer people in the world today, would dare venture outdoors,  if they heeded and believed the advice of their mirrors. Yes, You of course. I’m talking to you......

  Whisper By Keiko Matsui Nobody can stand and stare at the mirror without hearing some form of whisper, No one can stand in front of a mirror and walk away without the mirror giving you some words of advice... How ugly and how fat you look, lately...the mirror will suggest to you, very politely...and talk to you like a friend. Cause the mirror sees you just as you are; nothing can be hidden from the all-seeing eye of the mirror...yes, the mirror is your one true eye: Your conscience becomes the voice to the mirror, while you stand there as if time's standing still.. time to hear the whisper from the mirror The mirror is your one true friend, that never uses flattery on another friend just plain language another friend understands.. Yes, You of course.. listen to the whisper of the mirror, and you will never go wrong... ...thank you Keiko for the inspiration...

  Talking Trees If trees were to talk back to us and tell what had been happening in their world for thousands of years under the sun. What would trees tell us? If we heard their whispers, could we understand the language they speak? Trees are the enigma of Timelessness from the Garden of God in Heaven to the Picturesque Garden of Eden. God saw that His Realm and ours could not be complete without trees. Trees are God’s bold and silent declaration which says, I AM Forever around in your world. You can ignore My Presence all around you but these trees stand as witnesses for me. These trees can feel, see and hear you through their roots, branches and leaves. Silence is truly golden for trees all over the vegetation. Hello, when last did you ever take time off and talked to the trees around you? No matter where you look and wherever you may be, betcha! There’s a battalion of trees looking at and calling you. These trees are longing to receive your whisper into th...

My Space: My Place! My precious life began inside a blob of mucous: like a tiny seed inside fertile ground. I became matter and occupied space right inside my mother’s womb. Every step my mother took with me after conception, became my step. If my dear mom coughed it became apparently hard to count that as one. I got officially recognized and my feet planted on the ground on the day I was delivered to these shores. Whether you get this or not, God punctured my space and my place in the atmosphere thus adding my name to the list of the living! Hello. You just can’t dismiss me and write off my name from the roll of the living. I am down here through the water, blood, and spirit. In case you didn’t know this, here’s from me free of charge. Open your ears and listen up well now. God breathed into my mother’s womb right in the second my father’s seed collided with the prized runaway egg. Stay with me now. Can you count? At this stage of my yet-to-be life; I am already spirit...

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...

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...

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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...

  Vantage Point! If you are lucky enough to find me, just before I breathed my last and asked this question. What is the one thing in your whole life, which could be summed up as the greatest wonder you have ever experienced? What is one thing you wished God should have given you enough time to understand? I would sit up and smile at you and say, with a twinkle in my eye. Money? Nope! Love and women, not a chance! People? Not close! World travel? No one can travel the entire world! What about fame and fortune? Please, don’t give me that! Rich and wealthy people are the most insecure and unhappy individuals in this life! Time, time! O God, it is time that I want more than anything in this life! To understand and cherish the value of time more than people sweat all their lives, trying to make a name for themselves. This is the vantage point and the last throw of the dice before I leave my body. This precious vantage point of being able to allow my grandchildren on...

   Gluttony is a sickness! 😱 I wrote this piece to discourage people who eat in a heartbeat. Those of you who cannot resist the smell of food.  Whatever you see, you must eat, by all means. Your stomach limiter was broken decades ago. You can't control your disgusting appetite! Did you know, WHO declared obesity as a disease in 1997? If you are one of them sick folks out there, please go get help for your bottomless tummy. You must learn to eat to live and not live for food! Even wild animals have a limiter which stops them from hunting for prey. You are better than that. Come on, wake up before your heart gives up on you due to all the fat attacking it; which makes your blood veins ineffective to pump enough blood! 🙆🏾‍♂🥸 Too Much Of Anything Is Nothing! I heard them say, don’t believe everything you hear or see. Always take everything with a pinch of salt. I thought every time people pour salt over something that thing must be ready for consumption. All consume...

  Well, after pushing myself to the limit galloping like a stallion on steroids for almost two years: my body had to stop me from killing myself. From 2020 I ran the whole yard and pushed unhindered way deep into 2021, writing, writing and writing nonstop till my brains screamed: Memory Full! I thank God for giving me the wisdom to listen to my body, because, believe it or not: our bodies have a voice and you need to acquaint yourself by paying attention because therein lies your strength you need to survive another day. I need to take care of my body because if I abuse it by dragging it despite all the screams: Stop It, it will simply eject me and all my time on earth will be over in seconds. Well, what happened? I didn't just die since it was still way ahead of my earthly days and years the Good Lord hath afforded me in order to run and finish the whole race of my life. Did you know that there are times even God in all His Glory, cannot stop you from killing yourself? Oh really? ...