PIKELELA GUTYUNGWA MEMOIRS

  A Word In Season! Hundreds of years ago in the Bible Days. A young twelve year old boy named Samuel was the Temple Assistant to the aging High Priest called Eli. While sleeping soundly one evening in the Temple, the boy heard what sounded like a voice breaking through icy waters... calling his name! Samuel, Samuel! The young man jumped to his feet and ran to Eli His master. After waking up the Priest the second time, Eli advised the boy to answer thus... Speak Lord, thy servant listeneth! And as sure as the sun, God called the young Samuel for the third time. The boy responded as was advised by the High Priest. Eli like many men of God before his time, knew that he could not bottle God and keep Him in his briefcase like today’s false prophets. And Samuel told Eli everything the Lord said to him and hid nothing from him. And Eli said... It is the LORD: let Him do what seemeth good to Him. A Word In Season was all that God wanted and waited for Eli to pronounce

  .   Was That My Mouth Talking! If only all humans could learn to stand in sync with their own voice, own words and be able to bridle their tongues... control it like we bridle a horse! Isn’t it amazing that when a person spits lies their heart is the first witness to condemn them from within? You dirty liar! Is only normal and another way for people to reprimand and let your own words talk back to your ears! Liars have need of great memory, we’re told in this great classic adage. People use falsified words like their getaway cars! Hey. Lemme just shoot my way out of this mess I created with my own lips. The louder I raise my voice in denial, the more likely for my accusers to back off. Deny, deny and deny some more! If there’s no letup for your escape just scream the loudest and bury the truth in the avalanche of your lies. Was that my mouth talking and did I really utter those ugly and disparaging words against you? Yes you did... you backstabber! Look, t

  Under God’s Microscope! Keep thy foot when thou goest to the house of God. And be more ready to hear than to give the sacrifice of fools... for fools consider not that they do evil. When thou vowest a vow unto God defer not to pay it. For God hath no pleasure in fools. Pay that which thou hast vowed. If I must tell you this, let me hasten to say before I lose your ear. God’s DNA is made up of Divine Words! God speaks things that are not... into existence. He sees things unseen both in the spiritual and material worlds! God communicates with man in easy to understand words and language known to the same man. Hello. God never built any altars. Really? Altars were man’s idea of trapping and confining God into a corner. Your man-made altars are only sacred to you who believe in them. Did you know that there’s nothing, not a single ground in this dirty world.... God regards to be a holy site. The spirit of man is the candle of the LORD, searching all the inward parts o

 IMMENSE RESPECT  RONNY JORDAN 29 NOVEMBER 1962 - 13 JANUARY 2014 Though the Great Acid Jazz British Guitar Ace is no longer with us this side of the grave... I can still feel his heartbeat in his eternal music legacy. It's not hard to track his Genius footprints he left inside the Sands of Time. This is his Gift and Posterity for Generations to come  I remember Robert Laurence Albert Simpson (his real name) in a good and profound way. South Africa holds a special place in her heart for Ronny Jordan since we were the last Country and Venue of his Final Concert. Sadly, after performing in South Africa, Ronny Jordan would return home in the U.K. only to die peacefully in his sleep from natural causes a few days later. Rest in Peace and in Power Ronny Jordan. This world is poorer without your Heavenly Gift. Thank You from the bottom of my heart. I will continue to appreciate your music as you continue to play from the grave! This world got Jinxed when God called out your name and you

  What Was... Isn’t What It Is! What was... isn’t what happened. Once we shared the same sunshine and dreamt together in our rugged youth. I looked at her through my innocent eyes of youth and before I knew it.... She was all wrapped around my heart We had a lot in common and never ran out of topics to debate each other. She respected me and I adored and crowned her the Star of my Day! Stinti was my childhood sweetheart, my dreams into my foreseeable future. I always looked forward to be with her and she felt the same way. What was... isn’t what it is today and what happened... isn’t what should have been. I loved her with all my heart and soul. What could have been... is what we both wanted. But alas, as fate would have it... Ours was just another dizzy dream washed out at sea inside the ocean of drifting waters! Her beautiful, teasing and yet embracing smile inspired me to write my First ever Poem and the Greatest to date. My Ode To Beautiful....was the only

FOREWORD...   It's hard for me sometimes to put into words just how it all begins when it comes to writing these pieces. Perhaps I live with the guilt that very few in this generation understand my ministry and what on earth I'm on about. I know I've said this a million times over and I really do not intend to stress you unnecessarily. If I had a choice I'd ask God to give me a different mantle but hey; who am I to dictate for the Spirit.   The Scripture says, His Callings are without repentance! I have no desire to be another person right down the belly of my soul. I'm happy to be having these conversations about my life, self and all by myself. I really got tired of asking people to engage me in these lines which I believe are not unique to my life alone. Feedback is necessary and always serves as the lifeblood to the author. You just can't read my story and words without feeling my heartbeats and soul all over them Pages of Life in this Blog. I write for the