PIKELELA GUTYUNGWA MEMOIRS

  Yes, You've Got This ... God used the Blood of Jesus, His Only Begotten Son... to paint His Love in the sinful sand dunes of our hearts! You've got to read God's Love Letter for the World in John 3:16. I wrote these words through my tears. Feel the wetness of my sobs loaded in each word. I dare you... You won't listen to these words without tears welling inside your eye sockets! Michael Lington. Man, I can feel your heartbeat in every note coming out of your blessed saxophone. Thank you for sharing your talent with the world. Your lyrical wind blows right down to Africa.. Thank you all, for listening. My Thoughts and Words mean nothing without falling inside the fertile soil of your souls. God bless you! You’ve Got This! You can stay as you are for the rest of your life... or you can change to Mainstay... change to Mainstay! I grew up listening to these words, advertising this alcoholic beverage. I heard these words over and over again. For years! They were ev

Talking To Myself.... There’s no simple way for me to let you in and understand how I compose these Thoughts and Words. It becomes even all the more harder because for about 99% of the time; I never premeditate them. Arriving to this very deep and personal conversation with myself, was no different to hundreds others I have written before or just yesterday. In this lottery of my life, the Spirit simply stirs up this giant pond filled with gazillion words.   Draws out a line or topic from these words and drops them into my spirit. I grab these thoughts or line and try to simplify by converting them into legible words or statements. Writing is immediate as the words come pouring out like a drizzling rain. I always write in the dark (unprepared), never sure what in the world I’m talking about. My writing starts to make sense once I reach the last verse. The musical background is topic for another day. I cannot be grateful enough to all these gifted artists, whose music I ste

  Flashback... Behind every story, there’s a story! I really cannot tell when’s every story regarded as original. More than half the time, characters inside a story aren’t the ones who usually get to tell that same story. A story is usually told or retold through literary interpretation by its admirers and critics. Many times, people inside the story strangely discover themselves after listening to their own story narrated by others. Writing this teaser has been somewhat very challenging for me; to string all the words from the first line to the last. Remember, a story is a collective of words loosely tied together to generate an invisible picture. I am practically painting another world which can only be visible through the eyes of understanding the story painted in words. Words, are you kidding me? Yes of course, this is the most difficult part for many people since they’re lazy to read anything longer than fifty words. After writing about the Scriptures, poems, e

COMMENTS.... Matthew 13:34-35 [34]All these things spake Jesus unto the multitude in parables; and without a parable spake he not unto them: [35]That it might be fulfilled which was spoken by the prophet, saying, I will open my mouth in parables; I will utter things which have been kept secret from the foundation of the world. PLEASE PLAY PART BY SHARING THIS VIDE O! MINE IS DONE AFTER YOU ENJOYED IT! Similar Narratives....   Let It All Hang Out! The Journey! Life Begins With A Heartbeat! Life Full Cycle! A Deep Breath Within A Heartbeat! A tiny determined seed didn’t doubt for a second; it was possible to race against the other half a billion and win! God is the referee and sole spectator in this once-off showdown! Only one or multiple photo-finish winners of this epic race show face in the world! What happens to all the losers? In this epic race there are no second place prizes. The winner takes it all! All others perish and will never be seen again for eternities! Wait a min

  COMMENTS... Just going through my usual typical day, browsing the News and checking some interesting topics from YouTube this morning. While minding my business then suddenly, boom! What was that? The Distance Between Now And Then! The Spirit whispered in my heart. I stopped immediately and allowed these thoughts to sink in! My heart took over and instantly, I opened My Word App and scribbled the same topic down. What now? I start writing the first stanza without any corrections then the second and the third. I now find myself rapidly writing like a typewriter. Well, that’s a little window to let you into my world of writing. When the Spirit moves my heart I just obey! But Lord, what about these things and these tools I need to make a perfect and professional work? My laptop has ceased up as it were. My old android phone is barely breathing, Lord? Half way through after revising these lines, I needed to find an accompanying track to complete this narrative. It too

  The Champion Even though the man was diminutive and looked almost rooted to the ground, he was hard to ignore. I watched the man hard at work in the morning and at sunset. This man had a dream to become a world champion in boxing world. I can remember so vividly, how I used to pass by the tiny local clubhouse in Dube Soweto... on my way to work, to church and back. I must say, in my whole life I have never seen anyone who worked harder than the Champion. Only God knows just how much I admired the man.   Jacob “Baby Jakes” Matlala, was the name of the diminutive boxer. He was only 4 ft 10 tall and the shortest man in boxing history. Despite all the impediments of being the shortest man in the ring, one could almost feel pity for the diminutive boxer. The man was more than determined to fight his way up the highest crown in his weight divisions. The Champ didn’t disappoint and carried all our hopes in South Africa! All the hard work and the discipline Baby Jakes had f

  Please, Analyze This For Me! Sometimes I wonder just when do memories begin to walk back to us? Thoughts float around in small bubbles waiting to be fished out before they become speech or ideas! In my world since I was born, I have never met with Tomorrow. Yesterday is my Today which I was hoping to grab Tomorrow! If man could catch up with the fast moving clouds, the same man would find himself in a position of power to manipulate time. Do you have any dreams at all in your life? Dreaming is saying goodbye to the sun at sunset and wave hello, to the moon and the stars in the evening! At dawn our dreaming slows down after sensing the lightrays approaching. Sunrise wakes us up to chase another racing day! I believe life happens to us daily, in invisible bundles of the same routine and endless dread of shadow-chasing! Please, analyze this for me! In which hour did humanity enter the realm of time? Remember, time is the atmospheric and cosmic total minuted seconds?