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.

Naptural hair



South African singer Lira has started a new trend in her natural African hair style. In fact the correct name for hair that has never been treated with chemicals or heat is naptural. Isn't she gorgeous?  The natural African hair is very curly. The small curls coil up so that the hair never shows its real length. But there is a big problem with this type of hair. If it is not treated the right way, it dries up and looks like a skuurpot( an Afrikaans name for the pot scourer) Not so neat rsssss.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Emotions(Relaxation Techniques)



This is a continuation from the previous post about dealing stress. Here are some more relaxation techniques.