Saturday, December 20, 2014

I confess

Someone told me when they read what I write they perceive me to be this confident person who can get in a room and light it up with chats. But when they actually came to know me in person they found out that I am the total opposite. So I confess. Yep, I am not so good with speaking. In fact I am working on my public speaking skills. The good news is behaviour can be learnt. So I believe one day I will master this craft of speaking. And I am already seeing a great change. When it comes to confidence though I am now more confident in myself. Complexes can be the root cause of our behaviour but when we deal with these issues and decide to change our mind set we may also need to learn new behaviour. 

Friday, December 19, 2014

Chomi yami (My friend)

Friendship is good if you are lucky to find a true friend. One who will never mislead you and be a bad influence on you. Truly speaking if you haven’t found a true friend yet it’s better to be alone. There’s no sin in that. I am talking like this because I know how friendship can be deadly. I will tell you a true story of what happened to me when I was still in school. My sister and I were like best friends since childhood until high school when we both decided to go our separate ways. My first ever chomi in high school was a very nice girl. She had a sense of humour and I admired her confidence which is a trait I still very much admire in people. She was the total opposite of me, outgoing, spontaneous, famous. While I was shy, and lacked any confidence whatsoever. In a way I think I was drawn to this person because I wanted to be like her.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

The living dead( a poem by me)

Now I know the meaning of death
A dreaded experience that no man desires
They breath and strive and fight to live
Every effort in life put to keep the breathe
Eat, breath and live is the day’s objective
And it all works well until one day  
A knock and a crash brings it to an abrupt end
There the cold lifeless one lies
Surrounded by the rescuers who never tire
To pump and blow in an effort to resuscitate
Pump and blow in an effort to keep the breathe
Not aware that they would have done a favour
To the lifeless one should they have left him alone
Because he had gone to a better place
Not aware that the lifeless one was actually living
Because he had never died but simply passed on
Not aware the dead were among themselves
Living, breathing and striving but never alive
 Because they knew not the meaning of life
Never found the true source of Life
The living Christ who gave His life
So that the dead may be alive.

Indlela ibuzwa kwabaphambili (We learn from those ahead of us)

This is a Zulu saying which means you ask the directions from those ahead. Literally we learn from those who have been there. Our parents, leaders, pastors. I was young when I came to Jesus and love helping young people who are beginning in faith.

Mr. Not so right!

All by myself. The song played on the radio. It stirred an emotion that made her teary. A lump formed in her chest. The feeling was of loneliness. As if she was alone in the whole world. How did it come to this? How did she go from being strong and happy in the presence of God to this miserable? One day she was vibrant and full of hope, with a promising future. The next thing everything seemed so hopeless. She sees her friends and fellow sisters in faith so full of life. She once enjoyed that peace that she had taken for granted. Now with a fake smile she tries to pretend that everything is okay. But things are not as they used to be. Her friends were distant not physically but the gap was invisible.
The void was deep inside, a terrible emptiness that seemed to swallow her. But she was not

Monday, November 17, 2014

What are you busy doing then?

I am talking to this young lady in church. She rolls her eyes with an attitude and says;
 ‘You don’t know anything about my life. You don’t know what I’ve been through.’
And really after hearing her I say to myself; ‘Well I get her point. I can understand why she is such a mess’.

Monday, November 3, 2014

Crossroads(Chapter 15)

The city of Johannesburg was anything but glamorous as Thando had imagined it would be. The buildings looked old and the streets were crowded beyond anything she had imagined. Vendors lined the sidewalks so that there was hardly space to walk, selling almost the same thing, bananas, veges, Dvd’s, bags and underwear. Thando walked close to the girl who had come to fetch her as they exited Park Station terminal into De Villiers Street, passing heaps of second hand clothes being sold at a ridiculous price by the foreigners.