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Where am I?
It’s a new year;
In its first month;
It’s a new day;
Maybe a new season too.
Where am I?
Sitting on an old wooden bench;
Rotted by age and weather,
Indeed, I’ve survived all five seasons.
This bench is neither safe nor comfortable anymore, to sit on;
Past events consumed all its value;
Eventually, its bits and pieces will fade away.
Where am I?
Is this moment the manifestation of past activities? or
Is it a signal to the future I’m labouring towards?
Why do I have to fight daily to hit the right keys without fearing the unknown?
I need the true meaning of
“Trust your instincts”!
Where am I?
I am not there yet;
I am not there yet!
And I know I want to move,
Move too fast.
I need to run,
But I cannot.
I need to fly,
But have no wings.
The question is what’s the destination called?
Where am I?
My instinct is whispering;
Take a moment;
Take a deep breathe;
Hear the voice “Trust your instincts”;
Where am I”
Standing next to this old bench;
In an open space;
Came a voice asked,
“What do you see now that you did not see then”?
Where am I?
Ladies and Gentlemen, Dear colleague, sister, brother, mentor,
I want to tell you the truth about life;
Is like a climate change
The weather in our lives will always change;
The seasons will bring the shift we need;
So that we can create our future from our future for our future and not for our past!
Dwell no more in your past, weep no more cause it has been changed,
If it can be changed.
I can change it;
I can adapt;
I can become a change too;
So are you;
You can do it.
We can do it.
Where am I?
In the fourth industrial revolution
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It’s a new year;
In its second month;
It’s a new season;
A love month;
Filled with strawberries, red roses, honey, laughter & warmth.
Where are you?
You are beautiful;
I just love been cuddled by you;
It feels so peaceful been in you mist;
You are heart fulfilling and special.
Where are you?
I need you 24/7;
You know why?
Because you’ve changed the way I look at things;
Before my eyes, everything is looks beautiful;
Just as the Creator said in Genesis chapter 1
After all the creation was done.
See how everything looks in this room;
So beautiful, so loving, friendly,
Smiling when they think of you;
Even giggle when they feel you;
You have the power to change the mind-set of the enemy;
You are really cool;
You are beautiful;
You even brought us here today;
To celebrate with you a day of Sabbath;
Others named you a valentine’s weekend;
Also the love month;
This earth really can never become any better without you;
Love… I love you;
I understand what John 3:16 meant to your Creator;
Our Creator, the Creator of it all;
Unit us forever;
As you grow old in our hearts;
I love you so much;
You are beautiful.
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It is early in the morning;
I call you a new dawn;
A day that the Lord has made;
Of course for us to rejoice and to be glad in it.
Silently singing hymns of praise;
My heart delight in all the work
I am tasked for today;
A task that I must fulfill under the sun.
Before my eyes on my table,
there sitted a to do list;
I consider you my guideline to accomplish this task;
With all my faith been put in you my Creator;
A permanent stronghold in all circumstances;
As I take a tour I need partnership;
My senses be alert, for the grounds I'm about to set foot on is foreign;
Do not course me chase after the winds;
For all my labour will go in vain;
My ears along this journey
Expect to hear more than one voice
Only listen and hear, know your masters tone;
Whatever you hear do not confused the mind;
Because according to Proverbs 20:24 my steps are directed by the Lord.
As I take a tour.....
My eyes be open & vigilant at all times;
Show me all angles under the sun;
Good opportunities, potential, skills, cracks, gaps & resources;
For by faith I know they are already awaiting my arrival;
Above all show me my space;
A place built on the rock;
A place where I will run to
When I become troubled;
A place where I will celebrate victory with praises
A secret place where revelation, strength, knowledge, wisdom & Joy are hidden.
As I take a tour
From a distance my nose smell every perfume ;
You have the ability to smell love, trust, honesty, violence, sin, lust, enemy, rain & storms;
Remember wisdom take course after you've given a right signal at the right time;
My mouth whether you build or destroy;
As I take a tour you are to speak loud what is necessary, just & righteous;
At the right time, right place; to relevant situations.
Your focus is to speak
life to the lifeless,
healing to the sick,
Speak hope to the hopeless,
bring faith to the faithless,
love to the lonely,
prosperity over poverty & stagnation. You will break chains on the enslaved
Eat at the proper time for strength not for drunkenness.
You are to build confidence in me through Christ whose my strength.
My hands, do not be afraid to hold dirt; A diamond to look beautiful it has to be washed;
As you do so, show off your love, care, patience & Joy.
For they go a long way, wrapped with God’s mysteries.
Your time is limited under the sun; Therefore, kill no soul;
For the battle is not yours;
Become not heavy on me when I lift you up before heavens;
Cause my father is pleased to see how i maintain the cleanliness of my hands in this assignment.
Write down what Proverbs 3:3 commanded;
Gear up, the grounds are ready for me to walk on;
My feet carry me around;
Maintain Proverbs 4:14;
Take me to my destination;
My promise land; my Rehoboth;
Expect times to walk relaxed, faster even running but;
in between remember moments to stand still know whose in control;
The one who sends us will be with us, for us therefore fear nothing;
Help me carry the assignment I'm called for;
It must be fulfilled under the sun.
Therefore, partner with me;
We are one body in the body of Christ;
The one who knows how it is
Walking under the sun, above water even slept under this ground;
He fulfilled his calling for me, for us;
For the covenant we have with him & our Creator;
Bearing in mind that you are all only a dust;
You will return to the ground where you came from;
For I am only a living spirit, awaiting judgment day.
A big day to take account of my journey;
Our assignment is to spread the good news about the living God;
The purpose is to win souls for Jesus.
After I've completed this tour;
I will not come back here because;
The sun has never set down where it has risen.
I will take a peaceful sleep;
Knowing that I have accomplished the assignment as a token of appreciation;
For the one who was brutally forced to sleep for me. ..for us.
As I take a tour
We must cling on Proverbs 4:13
That says " hold on to God's instruction,
Do not let it go, Guard it well,
For it is your life".
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Millions were deceived in my name;
Coated faces everywhere in my name;
Brutal wolves in a sheep’s clothing;
Like a deadly sea where all kinds of evil is unseen;
By their fruits, my name is painted in different colours;
Yet I’m not a rainbow;
I am brutally painted in thick rich black colour on my back.
My forehead painted in a dark red colour;
The colour of fire and blood, desire and passionate love
Violence and war, anger and danger;
That calls power into action;
Good and evil thoughts took hide behind red roses;
Good love could overcome bad love;
Emotional intense colour indeed, in my name.
It took a blink of an eye to flip the season;
Only a clock that counts the right time to pull the trigger;
Variety of paint dripping on the ground;
Evil and wickedness covered the good tree;
That I call a thief in broad day light;
That came in floods and swept away all my beauty;
Only a stem of the fallen good green tree remained on the ground;
No one could tell if it could still bear good fruits in the near future;
A spotless golden apple from it has become only a dream;
The paint suits their selfish ego;
I am only pure and rich;
I am like an apple without dents;
Enticing trillion eyes with its beauty;
I’m intangible, invisible yet alive;
I am not a rainbow;
I know no sin;
I am harmless;
I am caring, warm and full of live;
I am associated with white coloured garment;
Intentionally created to produce good crop;
My actions speak louder than an audible device;
Impartially, I hold peace for everything;
Only because I am a gift from above;
I am white, pure and rich in colour;
Hello… my name is LOVE;
I am white, pure and rich;
I am colourless yet rich;
I reward with joy, peace and happiness;
Patience, kindness and goodness my loyal fans;
Sponsored by faithfulness and self-control;
That’s how I distinguish myself;
I am capable of changing stubborn situations
I am an asset of the heart
My dwelling place, a heart of a human being
The blind shy away from me
Fake paint artist have become a norm
Their hearts preoccupied by selfish desires
Deep Dark Ocean caged their hearts
Prison of hell is soon their new home
Destroying their eternal home
Everlasting beauty comes through me
Swim away for your life from darkness
Allow me occupy my dwelling place in you
Blessed you are, have found me in good time
As I take you in the light
Where you can shine too just as I am
Your future is bright in me yet I’m not a rainbow.
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Remembering your wonderful and gentle soul,
Smile and laughter, will forever remain in our hearts.
From a deep pain in your sleep,
You heard the bell from heaven,
Your good heart responded,
It stopped beating.
When doctors and nurses ran up and down trying to hold you back for us,
Your tasteful soul ascended to heaven.
Only your fresh body was peacefully lying on hospital’s bed,
That was it!!…the hour that Jesus Christ spoke of to his disciples in John 14:3
When he said “and if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you may also be where I am”.
It is indeed the end of your journey under the sun,
Secretly, swiftly waited for you,
It is true; a seat has been well prepared just for you next to your master.
The doctors did not lie in their report,
Yet we’re struggling to believe it,
Only if this was a dream,
I was not going to pray for sleep again,
Just to guard you as you give me joy in my soul,
Nothing is making sense,
Your death was untimely,
Oh Lord, help us to understand your will,
We were raided the joy of the presence of our colleague in the office.
Those who knew you as Jojo, Fifi, Mshana, Advocate Joy Mashigo
Are repeating after me.
As we console our thoughts to believe that you are no longer in pain.
You were truly Joy to the world.
Joy…Our dear colleague, friend and sister
May you soul rest in eternal peace.
Moments we’ve shared together will forever remain in our hearts;
WE MISS YOU ALREADY
Till we meet again.
Till we meet again…
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