PIKELELA GUTYUNGWA MEMOIRS

  WOMAN CAUGHT IN ADULTERY ...FOOLISHNESS OF THE LAW ! More than 2000 years ago, Jesus, the Lamb of God, walked across the planes of this wicked world in order to reeducate and reintroduce all men from all walks of life to God. For thousands of years, the Jews by virtue of having the Law of Moses; thought that they understood who God was and also sneered and looked down on other nations because they thought they had the monopoly over God. Being Jews to them, meant being the only people God preferred and loved: God didn’t care if the whole world went to Hell. And boy, how wrong they were. Hundreds of years went by, and God continued to struggle with their rebellion. Prophets were killed in their hundreds for bringing the Word of the Lord to the rebellious nation of Israel but: the Lord was patient with them. And, in the Fullness of Time...appeared John the Baptist from the horizon of the desert and heralded a new beginning: preaching Repentance and Baptism. They all gathered around the

  Railroad Man By Bill Withers Story telling has been part of man from the very first day God created the first man. We're told that at sunset of each day and without fail, God used to go down and visited His man, chatting and telling celestial stories never heard by the ears of man. This was of course, the very beginning of music, because every word which comes out of the mouth of God; becomes music to the ears and the heart of man. In this story song, Bill Withers is reminiscing about the years gone by in his own unique reflective ways embedded in his memories. He paints the picture so clearly and bright till you can actually touch the sky that made up these memorable days for him as a young boy. He uses his music genius in order to tell the story because he could not find any better and easy way to share this story with the world. And look at me now, here sitting under the African sun, I can relate and recall as if I was there sitting with Bill. What are your memories made of to

  Brand New Day By The Archers Can you imagine living in a world completely devoid of words? Can you imagine living in a world completely devoid of sound? Can you imagine living in a world completely devoid of sight? Can you imagine living in a dead world without some heartbeat? Reflections are currents of life, breezing past each morning and wetting the life only lived yesterday; like the fresh and tender dew wets the ground and vegetation; made possible by God through the sprinklers of Heaven. God loves all of His Nature, hence He's never failed to provide for everything He's made beautiful. It is for this reason that, to this very day; the birds have continued to grace us with their heavenly music every morning and throughout the day. God continuously sings for us despite ourselves, as we push against all the currents and negative forces that seem bent on blowing us away from God's Country, our World. No man can claim to have not heard the voice of God each and every sin

  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...

Prism by Keiko Matsui Imagine yourself split into twenty four pieces each piece represents one hour of your day, one second, one minute and one breath. imagine yourself starting your day in twenty four pieces, yes twenty pieces of you go in twenty four different directions; each piece at the ready with pen and paper... to write in details how your day unfolds in twenty four ways, each way tells a story, each points to a directions: forget and don't even try to number the people that cross your path in your one day... and when your day is done...jump to bed, to sleep;; what would you dream about...twenty four experiences..? wow...now all your pieces come together as one in your dream such is life...like going through twenty four pieces of mirrors life is a prism and an instant reflection and refraction of self this prism of life never ends...only the prism of time does walking hurriedly and at the same time; looking down at your shadow... the shadow of your prism split into twenty f

  THE JOURNEY! BY SYDNEY GUTYUNGWA Game on, you’d better believe it! A tiny sperm had to make a break of everything it got, ahead and faster than the million others, in hot pursuit of the same fancied runaway egg. Problem for the sperm soldiers; the egg has been warming up for this Ultimate Race: almost twenty one days ahead, she's got the edge. This is a once off chance for these million soldiers where only One in 500 million, catches up with the fancied trophy egg! Sometimes when the moon, the stars and the sun are all lined up: more than one soldier reach the finish line and catch up in a rare photo finish! Sadly, for the losing soldiers, there’s no next time: as they self-destruct, die and disappear into the horizon of dreams; not to be seen again in eternities! This incredible race happens faster than the speed of light; while my parents orgasm and mourn with pleasure in their tender embrace: my two halves dash for the pursuit of unity: in the same direction and in unequal pac

  A Beggar with a remote controller! BY SYDNEY GUTYUNGWA Life can be hard sometimes; things we take for granted as we cruise along with relative ease: turnout to be the very cornerstone that kept the momentum of our Joy! Used to walk down the streets doing my daily chores without a clue that; a thousand eyes of under privileged poor people were looking at me like a dressed up Prince from a Royal Palace! God knows I never looked down on my fellow men, no matter what race they were from! I did my best in my virtual princely robes the poor had drabbed on me even, without me knowing then! I shared my meager salary with them whenever I could afford to buy them lunch... their dirty faces lit up with smiles never seen in real life. They hugged me and I hugged them too! We shared our humanness.. How many times do you drive past a hospital fast, without saying a prayer for all the sufferers behind those giant walls of pain? Just how many times did you care to visit the old people in your neighb