PIKELELA GUTYUNGWA MEMOIRS

Pain: Always Stronger Than Tears  Whether we see, hear it or never, in life: everything God ever created has tears. Forests, mountains, rivers and oceans: all cry, wail and grovel with melancholy. Birds of the sky, crawling animals and all marine creatures, insects: all tear up. A giant pond of zillion tears, our world is: God founded it upon many teary waters. Teary skies reflecting blue ocean tears: mother nature sobbing rainy teardrops.   Tear-scarred, blighted and vitiated souls covetous Cain slew dear brother Abel. Thus committed the first millennial sin, yoking humanity to endless teary pain.  Decades, centuries over millenniums  collided and morphed up time of pain. Tears are sad tracks left out by pain. The world was not prepared for the tears  and pain and calamities brought  In by the twin-year twenty-twenty. nefarious Pandemic rocked the world. It was not history which taught me  about the pandemic world of 1918 but the vicious virus in the twin year. Dead bodies swelled up

    Early this year, I made a plea with you to guard your children and grandchildren by making sure they don't go out and play in the street because the virus has already made its destructive intrusion to all ages without exception: it kills all from 0-100+. In 2020 and during the early days of Covid-19, children (18 and younger) were deemed to be more safe and almost immune from this killer virus until now: but not anymore.   This young beautiful child who still had her decades of future ahead, was infected by her mother and/or one of her unvaccinated adult family members. Kali Cook like most children who died from Covid-19, didn't show any noticeable early symptoms: she developed an acute fever overnight and simply went on to die. What a tragedy for the family. Her hospitalized mom who's sick with Covid-19, now deeply regrets her vaccine hesitancy and opposition to the Science which would have saved her little girl.  The dire has been cast: it's too late and past the

If I had 'my freedoms' like most antivaxxers have against taking the vaccines: I'd use them and unequivocally say: this whole story is nothing short of and/or full of the irony of life; but I can't and I won't! I won't and I can't because there's nothing tragic about this woman's death: she knew it was coming (cause the whole world has been told since March 2020 that Covid-19 kills unvaccinated people: DEAD) and also knew what to do in order to circumvent this imminent death and yet: she decided on NOTHING.  To get vaccinated is not a communal but an individual decision: You Decide Whether You Want To Live Or Die! It's all on you but nobody else. Have you noticed how these conspiracy-driven nuts always seem to agree and so united against the vaccines which are designed to save their lives, how they choose to side with the virus which is killing them one by one?  They claim to not believe in the Science but when they come down with Covid-19, the

  COSMOS OF DREAMS A door to life cracks-open high up in the skies:  and suddenly, a lonesome tiny figurine  still coiled in its infantile affectation  gets exhausted to the world below. A baby is born into this world wi th no state of mind nor self-consciousness:  surrounded by nothing but wonderment  In high-speed flying grey clouds above. The very reason why we spent  our time as babies with our heads lifted:  painfully staring around this cosmos of dreams. The mind clean and greyed out by God: r eadied to upload and download from  whatever this fateful life gives.    A happy family joyfully welcomes the baby:  promptly wrapping it inside the newest,  warmest and the finest linen  only their money could buy. Our life happening in real time auto mode, the beginning of this world and time:  of our times inside this cosmos of dreams. My race to conception, my curious frolic  with the magic egg inside my mother’s womb  eventually becoming the unique me, myself and I: a nd sealed by mira