The "end-of-the-world prophecy group"

This is sad…so Johannes Coetzee (the local leader of the end-of-the-world prophecy group) burst into tears at a press conference held in Nelspruit, Mpumalanga yesterday, when asked about how he got his “dooming day” date wrong. The guy literally cried, apologising to all the citizens for misinterpreting the Bible and I quote “we are spiritual prostitutes. We sinned by confusing people”. BUT despite that, the guy keeps on insisting that on the 21^st of October, sulphur and fire will “definitely” destroy the world. Poor guys, clearly ignorance and negligence knows no bounds with this “prophecy” group.

Do they ever learn from being wrong all the time or is there some kind of a book they are using besides the Bible? I mean from May 21 to October 21, what’s next?  December 21?!. Where does this hirngespinst come from? It’s actually sad ‘coz some people abandoned their families and quit their jobs that day, “anticipating” Jesus. How sad!

Are they that ignorant of the Bible or are they so unhappy about their earthly existence? (Not to mention the damage of this hubris). Dude nothing is gonna happen on the 21^st of October, the world will just go on as normal. Yes maybe there will be some volcanic eruptions here and there (like the one in Iceland that’s prohibiting planes from flying), but surely not this “doomsday tale”. Yes the future is uncertain, but if people knew their Bibles, they would know this: “NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT THAT DAY OR HOUR, NOT EVEN THE ANGELS IN HEAVEN, NOR THE SON BUT ONLY THE FATHER”, MARK 13:32

“We were wrong about two things, the earthquakes and predictions that Christians would ascend into heaven”. Yes these are the signs of the end of age (Matthew 24:1) (ok exclude the “Christians ascending into heaven” part), but these “assumptions” need to come to an end now ‘coz NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT THE RETURN OF THE ALMIGHTY, BUT ALL WE HAVE TO DO IS TO KEEP “WATCH” AND IF HE DOES COME SUDDENLY, DON’T LET HIM FIND YOU SLEEPING (Matthew 13:35)...READ YOUR BIBLES!

THERE'S HOPE!

I often find a bitter humour in reality

These times are so uncertain, with people filled with rage, hypocrisy, resentment and judgement. It troubles my mortal soul to realise that we still consider ourselves as “WE” and “US”. Why we gotta use ABSURD stereotypes to define each other? .....but then there’s hope, that one day we will ignore our differences and insecurities and fly with wings of forgiveness ‘cause our only goal is to survive against such unbeatable odds.

Every time I turn on the TV, I see the government that keeps on lying, too much hypocrisy. They put on white hats and call themselves saints. Pride and private competition can’t fill these empty hearts. Empty promises don’t keep us warm. But as citizens we gotta keep on surviving ‘coz hope is the beam of light that shines through the darkness. This is just our temporary stop, one day it will be our past.

I sometimes curse who ever invented education, I mean I barely sleep here, guess I’ll do so when I’m dead. This thing isn’t easy I tell you, BUT you know what, hope is a place uncharted. I’ve reached this far and I intend to never give up. “Faith makes us sure of what we hope for and certain of what we don’t see”-Hebrew 11:1. Nothing in life is to be won without trying, strength of the body, and vigour of soul.

I’d like to share some few words from my favourite band switchfoot “I dare you to move, I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor like today never happened, maybe redemption has stories to tell, maybe forgiveness is right where you fell, where can you run to escape from yourself? Where you gonna go? Salvation is here, i dare you to move”.

Look, life is all about your perception. You gotta keep shooting, keep running, keep raging, keep fighting, keep punching, and ignore the pain and blood on your knuckles ‘coz THERE’S HOPE, we have to make it to the end and I assure you, you can accomplish anything.

once again,, welcome to existence

FAILURE IS JUST A WORD!

I strive to achieve but failure couldn’t let me

I wanted to face the challenges of life but failure blocked my view

I was given the opportunity to learn but failure couldn’t let me pursue my dreams

I had confidence but failure took that away from me

Why failure this, failure that, failure there?

Should I let failure control my life?

Should I let failure rule my life?

Should I let failure ruin my life?

Should I let failure fail my life?

Look, failure is just a word; it’s when you stop trying

It is when you decide to throw in the towel

When you give up on your goals

And when you do that, people lough at you

People call you names

They tease you, but you know what, don’t entertain them

Just ignore them

Without failure, there is no learning

Without failure, there are no challenges

Without failure, there are no regrets

Without failure, there is no life

But with failure, life is in progress

We should not count how many times we fall, but count how many time we

stand up and conquer failure ‘coz to tell you the truth failure doesn’t have any

special power unless you empower it by submitting to it. You know the most

challenging things in life are the things that determine who we are, so don’t

let failure determine you ‘coz failure is just a word!

Yep, welcome to existence:)

FRIENDS!

Leaning against the wall, sipping on coffee that no longer tastes sweet, but tastes like blood. My lips begins to hurt. Maybe I’ve been so deep in thought that I didn’t even notice my own teeth cutting my pursed lower lip. As I try to compose myself, I notice a strange petrifying reflection of my face through the window, my own eyes glittering with tears. This really hasn’t been a good week for me.

You know when you stay too long in a place where you often feel alienated, patterns of pain become etched in your mind and when that happens, you get stuck on stupid. Yeap trust me I know, I have quite a good experience on that. Some things just need to be written off, even some people too! It’s one thing to think you know what your friends thinK and feel about you, and it’s another thing to actually hear it said out loud  and then you realise whether you really do matter or not.

To tell you the truth, to meet someone or people in your life is a holy encounter and you treat them as you treat yourself, you think of them as you do of yourself for in them it’s either you find yourself or you lose yourself. Well I’ve discovered that some of the people I call friends don’t actually consider me as one, but just as an outsider. Mxm well like I said some people simple need to be written off!

Anyways, apart from the dramatic “friends” I seem to have, God has blessed me with the most wonderful good friends :), and it’s quite overwhelming to be honest, each individual is special.

Have you ever had a friend you call “joker”, the absurd one :). One who wipes a frown with a huge grin that even blinds you :), the one who cracks you up and you just roll down the stairs and die with laughter, you lough even if you’re bleeding inside. The one who numbs everything, you just smile through the pain. You always light up like a kid’s face on Christmas morning whenever they’re around. Life seems much easier in their presence, you just “BREATHE”. Yes they do hurt but they sure do know how to blow an insult off or any sort of soreness. Intelligent as well, the book worms (well some of them lol) and if you didn’t know better you’d swear they feed on textbooks. Wonderful friends indeed :)!

Sometimes you need someone to bring you back to reality, like a bucket of ice-cold water dumped on your head. You know that moment when the circle of life converges, when fantasies seem better than reality, there’s always that certain someone beside you. The serious one lol, someone who keeps you grounded all the time, the one who never takes anything for granted, always checking up on you. Yes they do get shaken, but are just never moved. Great sisters I tell you and trust me you do need such friends ‘coz when the going gets tougher, when you feel like throwing in the towel, when you have hope as little as your little finger, they are always there to help you rise from the ashes of shame .

Then there are those you never make sense of, the mysterious ones. Yes they are your
friends, you forever click but you are just never certain of them. It’s scary I tell you. It’s more like trying to stretch a concrete rubber band that keeps rolling back, and sometimes you wonder how you became friends in the first place. But I absolutely adore them, they remind me that a friend doesn’t necessarily have to be someone you know from the inside out, definitely not who you’ve known for how long, but someone who’s been there for you, someone who makes you feel appreciated and realise that you are worthy of love.

Then there comes a punching bag, the one who knows you more than you even know yourself, who understands you more than your own sister. Your friendship doesn’t depend on how often you call or sms each other; you can be thousand miles apart, but still be best friends. A friend you’re not afraid to tell “hey, this is so not on”, the one you’d confess murder to, yes the one you share your deep darkest secrets with. You fight tooth and nail, you lough together, you cry together and starve together :), and that is a blessing enough to know that someone is still holding your hand.

We all need somebody to lean on, somebody who’s got your life on their hands. If you have friends that give more clarity and purpose to your life, treat them right and be careful of what you say ‘coz words said are never retrieved.

SOLITUDE!

Another blank page lies before me

With muffled and crumbled balls tossed in a bin

What to write about? I fret

I just stare, the mind declines to function

Oh wait, I know

Let me take you to an expedition

An expedition to the depths of my anguish

I sit here at the water’s edge

In great anticipation of you

I gaze upon the stars

Seconds turn into minutes

I lie awake

And you are trapped in my head

Like a lion trapped inside a cage

I dream endless dreams

Day dreams is something I can not escape

The dream of you appears everywhere

Days are pregnant 

yet concieve uncertainty

I get weary of waiting

Noko sekulithuba ndijamile, ndingxangile

Kuhlwile, ayatshona amalanga

Uyakude awele nini umqa kum esandleni

Ingathi kanti iphupha lam seyabaliphutha

I’ve been in this storm for quite some time

Looking, seeking, praying for a sign

Yet I glimpse no sight of you near

So far nothing, I travel blind

How long must I wait

like a monk,SOLITUDE is all i know!

MOB JUSTICE!

Murder and brutal attacks have become a common occurrence in South Africa. The concept of “mob justice” has created the impression that there is a form of justice other than that dispensed by courts.

Well then if its “justice”, how do you explain people trouncing other people, setting them alight, beating them with a concrete beam, cutting off their breasts so that they can’t suckle their new born babies? Is it really justice or just a community seeking vengeance? Or maybe has the word justice lost its meaning?

I’ll tell you what; an unjust scenario is when a suspect is apprehended by community members after an offence is committed, when the suspect is stoned, instead of being taken to the police.

But is the community really to blame, when their actions are occasioned by their lack of confidence in the country’s criminal justice system? When the minister of safety and security bareley addresses the issue? When the community try to defend the innocents of a rural village by means of ‘sentencing’ a known rapist in a “bush court”? Orshould we blame the state for its ignorance? Guess the answer is still a mystery.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not condoning vigilantism here but empathising with these poor people who feel they can’t rely on the government and police to fight crime. Due to our experiences as citizens, we have accepted an attitude that says reporting crime through justice system has failed us.

But no matter what they’ve done, would you really want to live with murder on your hands for the rest of you life? Is there a true justification for mob justice? Aren’t there other ways to deal with criminality and vigilantism? Do we really need to take law into our hands? Is this “justice” the answer or just the problem itself? What happened to humanity?

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH when the people have spoken!

FORGIVENESS!

Just like every night, I’m sitting here, wide awake, with a cup of coffee and reflecting back to my life. Yeah hey, inyaw’zigcwel’udaka J

FORGIVENESS! I smile every time I think of the word; it gives me a lot to ponder. You probably have never heard of my story, well allow me.

For months I lived in agony, the pain flaunted through my mortal soul, living a dark commendable hole, a hole filled with anger, hatred and grudge. Yes she had finally told me the truth, after weeks and months which turned to two years of lies.

I never thought it would hurt, I begged for forgiveness, I begged to God to bless my soul as I felt all alone. Yes walls were crushing down on me now and there was no way to escape. I had to beg for freedom, I needed to be displaced out of my misery; I needed God to blow me away.

SHUTTERED, BETRAYED, ALINATED! That’s exactly how I felt; I couldn’t tell a friend from an enemy as my own best friend slash sister had betrayed me. Do you know how it feels to just “SHUT DOWN”, yeah that’s exactly how I felt. I tried to reject the pain, and I was sucked again and again into blackness that out whole seconds or maybe even minutes of the agony, making it harder to keep up with reality.

No maarn, I had to be strong, wear a smile you know J and pretend that every thing was fine. FINALLY! I perfected my mask. IGNORANCE! Yeah guess i should put it that way. “Arg comm’n Nomvuyo this is nothing, you know you can pull this off, you stronger than this, that’s your best friend there and you know you can’t hate her” were word that constantly rang on my mind as the thought of “BETRAYAL” burned it. I had to numb the pain.

IGNORANCE became my new best friend, I would pray, eat, sleep, lough, you know all those things you do when you’re alive. Awww I became an “actress”J. Bear in mind that my “friend” wasn’t aware of the fact that this beaming face was actually of pretence, of a burning man.

Weeks passed and you’d swear I was the happiest woman alive, problem is, I wasn’t. I was a walking ghost, a misguided one. I wasn’t me, I drifted further and further away from God and every person in my life. I became a loner.

What was happening? Wasn’t I still praying? What had I done wrong? Or were my days of existence over? I needed answers. I needed a room to ponder, a room to remember what had happened.

You know it does my soul good to let the waters run once in a while-the healing waters. I had to scream, holler, pray. I would take long walks on the beach just to clear my head. FINALLY! I got my answers. My soul wasn’t at peace. Darkness had taken over. I hadn’t realised that my ignorance had lured me that far.

Mxm why was I hurting over a guy, a human being (how stupid of me), was this "suffering" necessary? Questions started flooding my mind. I longed for peace. As much as it hurt me, I had to FORGIVE, I had to let go.

Truth be told, having resentment on someone else is not going to solve your problem, but will only make it stronger.

“Pain has a way of clipping our wings and keeping us from being able to fly and if left unresolved for a very long time, you can almost forget that you were even created to fly in the first place”, the shack.

Stop holding on to your past hurts, you still have a life ahead.

FORGIVE!

Welcome to existence :)