PIKELELA GUTYUNGWA MEMOIRS

I’ve Got To Go! Been endlessly pacing up and down these gruesome corridors of life without stepping over my shadow once. If it wasn’t for this crippling opacity my shadow and I, would have ran through these dilapidating walls of obstruction arising up everywhere I go. Silly old life has it’s own way of displacing people and leaving them in areas they had never dreamt of once in a while. I believe man’s ability to navigate all across the rugged planes and roughshod hills... always ends up nowhere! Please John do not forget to send me those coordinates details of your location. I wouldn’t want to miss this your great invitation. And so John’s dear friend sets out to navigate hoping to save time. The man starts one hour earlier in order to arrive comfortably stress free. More than two hours later after setting off, this man hasn’t even noticed or passed one landmark John warned him about. I’ve got to go was the rhythm and the beat for his departure now turned into to nag

  In Way Too Deep! How far is too far enough and how deep is too deep enough for you to pull back and retract yourself from a dangerous situation? All kinds of addictions in life take place in an almost insensitive slow motion... where the binding screws get tightened meticulously tedious . Throughout the arms of time, man has always been a victim of his own creations... where deceiver gets even worse than the deceived. But evil men and seducers shall wax worse and worse, deceiving, and being deceived. In my experience over the years as a Contextual Bible Teacher. I witnessed how cringeworthy it was for me to watch deceived believers attempt to justify a completely false doctrine. In way too deep is what comes to mind. Every time I witness indoctrinated Christians fruitlessly try to shield their exposed false prophets. The evil men and seducers who wax worse and worse are not people outside of the Church but serial spiritual killers within! Well, you can love or hat

  A Word Or Two.. I got to write these lines after receiving a distressed voice message from one of my big sisters, Sonto Mabel Mohale. I have too many sisters. Mabel and I have travelled a long way together, right back when she was my senior manager in my very first job. My sister was in tears after suffering a lengthy emotional abuse by some members of her family. She was way stressed up in tears of emotional pain I reached out to her and comforted with the Word of God by way of reminding her.. she needed to cast all her worries and cares upon Jesus.  I’m glad that my big sister was able to claw back to living again and embraced the Word of God. Like a spiritual doctor I am. I prescribed for her to read the Book of Psalms in Chapters 60 – 80 for speedy recovery and safety in arms of Jesus So yes, 100% of this narrative was inspired by Mabel. I am glad and proud to dedicate these lines to her. Sonto my big sister, here’s to you from the bottom of my heart. Stay clo

  This Was Me! Looking back over my shoulders, I could see my past life zigzagging endlessly into my horizons. Unbelievable but true, I sprayed my unique odour and body scent assigned to me by Mother Nature like my exclusive fingerprints. I’ve been there and was there and can’t deny it... My heart and mind remember just as I was back then. Like a compelling crime scene littered with fingerprints, blood spats and my irrefutable DNA... complete with my footprints and retraceable shadows. Easy now. This ain’t no crime scene as in the breaking law but just a moral downslope and momentary slip. If you don’t mind, just sit back and give me space and a minute to explain myself. You know sometimes it is very difficult to penetrate the mind of a man, no matter how hard they honestly try to paint their picture to the outsider. This was me. Please tell me how long does it take for a man to recognize his own face? What about hearing his voice played back to him as evidence! L

Slipping And Sliding Inside Your Sweet Memories! Sometimes, simple words become impossible and very evasive to catch and phrase into lively expressions. Thoughts descending and landing softly on my tired shoulders like gentle drizzling raindrops in a foggy day. Like a dog trying to catch its tail by going round and round in circles. I finally gave up and sat it out. Gazing upon your beautiful face and deep velvety eyes, gave me strength to muster the courage and coughed out these staggered words. Across the end of the street I could see your dazzling figure graciously waltzing towards my direction. Incredibly, even under this foggy mirage: your warm smile, inviting and melting eyes caught my attention. Suddenly, my heart felt so sweetly trapped and settled down immediately after I was introduced as your newest colleague. This Is the only way I could best describe meeting my twin sister from the other mother the first time... Manto, Theodora. We hit the ground runnin

  The Lost Garden The cedars in the Garden of God could not hide him: the fir trees were not like his boughs. And the chestnut trees were not like his branches; nor any tree in the Garden of God was like unto him in his beauty. I have made him fair by the multitude of his branches: so that all the trees of Eden, that were in the Garden of God, envied him. In this epic of shame and tell, God is addressing the fallen cherub Lucifer, who’s now morphed up into a devil. It’s interesting how God setup the Garden of Eden as a perfect replica of the Garden of God in Heaven... This is where Lucifer enjoyed the privilege of being the only angel allowed to enter. So when the devil first entered the Garden of Eden, he was confused to the nines about his own geographical whereabouts! The devil looked around and looked up the skies with a deranged mind after realising just how much his rebellion against God had cost him. Where am I and what is this I see with my own eyes? These

  And You Shall Know The Truth! And you shall know Me and I will set you free! Jesus Christ. The Son of God and the Lamb of God. Following, are some of the few doctrine defying statements I have made throughout my narratives. In Heaven. There are no worship teams and no gospel music artists! In Heaven. There’s no service and program lineup presented on centre stage as in our earthly tradition. Actually, there are no entertainers in Heaven... Praise and Worship is rapturous everywhere and well from within under the Spirit of God! In Heaven. No celebrated false prophets recognised. Depart from me, I do not know you! Jesus will shout. The Lord knows them who are His! In Heaven. There are no spectators or brainwashed stupid fans running after the Apostles! Hello. This Is a matter of life and death. And you shall know the Truth and the Truth shall set you free. Said Jesus to His Apostles. You see, Jesus was pointing at Himself when He talked about the Truth that