PIKELELA GUTYUNGWA MEMOIRS

  LIFE CONUNDRUM Life begins with an intimate dance  between two souls.   interlocked in a tense sweaty passion  and emotional embrace of creation:  ending up in a nine month long  free fall from the skies.  Active tiny blob of tissues coils up  in intricate twists and turns of carefree serenade.  leisurely mutating into a  beautiful human embryo.   Suddenly, a waterfall of celebratory  noises and ululations are heard.  word goes round and round  because a baby was born today.  Babies depend on instinct  while children rely on embedded  trust upon their mothers for survival.  Life is always in autopilot mode  from the very first day: if babies and children were controllable  mothers wouldn’t suffer and  sweat so much.  Life is not a choice but happens to all  by design and marches on unabated.  Failure unimaginable had we been  afforded the right  to choose at conception.  Challenging life posts popup  from every corner as  age takes over.  weather of confusing climes  rolls above our

  no title... a thought begins with a heartbeat, a heart needs a thought in order to keep beating. thoughts help the heart to beat like a drum. the heart becomes a drum for thoughts to beat on. the beat extends the life of that thought and the beat goes on and so is life in the whole, because thoughts keep reaching out... thus helping the heart to dream on at night when thoughts are relaxing from the hectic challenges of the day in the morning the heartbeat wakes all her thoughts up in order to help the same heart face the challenges of the day: therefore...the heart remains an engine to the body, while the thought is steady at providing fuel through the beat provided by the same heart in the form of a heartbeat. and so life goes on and on while we go through life changes. and changes which alter us forever: leaving us with the wishful thoughts of having the ability to turn back the arms of time: though it never ever dawns to us that time can never be reflected back

  My Epithalamium To Thembi Love is life's mustard seed, crafted to preamble us at conception: hidden deep inside a mother's womb. Love, a first after the first beat  began to drum up the foetal heart: a microcosm of life in progress. Love, infusion of life inside a tiny blob, a scintillating, exhilarating dance  between man's seed and an egg. As in a dream, in a flash, one day; under the blue skyed morning, she dashed before my eyes: I staggered with hidden admiration . My mind didn't notice immediately, as my heart pulsated in blizzard beats: leaving me bleeding and wryly smitten. A simple greeting, and honest handshake, followed by candid smiles and muted joy, I had to look on as she turned to go. A new sun, new moon and new stars, had been created and added that day: when two worlds collided and formed a new clime and new cosmos for two. I saw beauty, touched and breathed love, my world commixed and cranked up in high ovulated pitch of sweet dreams accrued: Cupid ha

  “ Iyekeni inkwenkwe izonwabele, kuba lento iyinkwenkwe imdaka, ligeza! kuze kubekh’ indoda kuzalw’ inkwenkwe: ze umfazi abonis' ukuzinza kwakhe!” uNtshontsho ube ngeyo nkwenkwe nje, ube ngengo nyana kwisini. uNtshontsho ube lintshontsho likaTata Yinkwenkwe kaTata le! uthe wakulizwa ngonyana phakathi koonyana bakhe, into kaFuyizizwe yonela yancam’ ingeka gribi: yathi olusana lubomvana, lumpundu mpundu lintshontsho lam. Lintshontsho likaTata eli! xeshekweni kuphel’ isonk’ ekhayeni, kwaku phel’ umgubo, wena nyama, swekile netyuwa: ikhab’ ukwal’ isoporo kway’ ixhalabil’ nendlala uTata akanoshukuma noba angaxelwa, engxengwa. abe cwaka, etye tyum ngath’ akevanga nto into kaFuyizizwe ayino phakamis’ nomnwe lo: engeka vakalis’ umsindo wakh’ uNtshontsho. sakuvakal’ isgezo ezibhuqa bhuqa phantsi elila: Tata kuph’ imali kulanjiw’ ekhayeni! zide zigrobok’ iipokoto zikaTata, ayikhuphe iphum’ imali noba encwina nje kuzohluthwa namhlanje. ikhumbul’ into kaFuyizizwe ukubana lintshontsho lakhe el

In the beginning of 2020 the whole world was stunned after getting the rude awakening of having to learn to fight an invisible enemy identified as Covid-19. People got sick and started dying in their numbers like flies. Science didn't know what to do in order to stop this carnage. Finally, it was determined beyond doubt we were inside the cyclone of a Major Pandemic! The Pandemic was Phase One. Science through Technology had to make a dash for it and create a vaccine which was going to slow down the infections and deaths from Covid-19. It was a spirited marathon to the labs, constant tests for efficacy by different drug companies: when finally many lights were spotted from the tunnel of death. Vaccines were created in record time. Immediately the positive effects took place as the curves of infections and deaths began to drop. Vaccine Development became a Second Phase of the Pandemic. VACCINES ARE NOT CURES TO VIRUSES BUT REPELLENTS JUST LIKE INSECTICIDES ARE TO MOSQUITOES AND FLI

LINTSHONTSHO LIKATATA ELI! Ntshontsho Lionel Gutyungwa  20/05/1962 - 24/09/2021 “ Iyekeni inkwenkwe izonwabele, kuba lento iyinkwenkwe imdaka, ligeza! kuze kubekh’ indoda kuzalw’ inkwenkwe: ze umfazi abonis' ukuzinza kwakhe!” uNtshontsho ube ngeyo nkwenkwe nje, ube ngengo nyana kwisini. uNtshontsho ube lintshontsho likaTata Yinkwenkwe kaTata le! uthe wakulizwa ngonyana phakathi koonyana bakhe, into kaFuyizizwe yonela yancam’ ingeka gribi: yathi olusana lubomvana, lumpundu mpundu lintshontsho lam. Lintshontsho likaTata eli! xeshekweni kuphel’ isonk’ ekhayeni, kwaku phel’ umgubo, wena nyama, swekile netyuwa: ikhab’ ukwal’ isoporo kway’ ixhalabil’ nendlala uTata akanoshukuma noba angaxelwa, engxengwa. abe cwaka, etye tyum ngath’ akevanga nto into kaFuyizizwe ayino phakamis’ nomnwe lo: engeka vakalis’ umsindo wakh’ uNtshontsho. sakuvakal’ isgezo ezibhuqa bhuqa phantsi elila: Tata kuph’ imali kulanjiw’ ekhayeni! zide zigrobok’ iipokoto zikaTata, ayikhuphe iphum’ imali noba encwina nje k