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The trail of the ‘unfortunate Three’

This is a tail about three young people, by the names of Jessica, Collins and Nomsa. This Story speaks about three characters that have been through difficult ordeals in their lives. From whose life’s, we will learn life values as well as the importance of mercy and grace in a time in the world where we rarely see. As well as look into biblical concepts of what is a new start and how does it look like.

It all been an in a small town of Thohoyandou, were three young students by the names of Nomsa, Jessica and Collins, whom surprisingly attended the same primary school together. In the beginning of the school year 2016 there were big government people who made the lectures and principle quiver in their boats, it was unnatural for them to do so which got everyone’s hairs up.  It was later explained to the students that the government people who were roaming the hall ways of campus where actually from the Department of Education. Tshedza Secondary School was under review to test its performance and how to better or help the students as well as to achieve their best performances. The sad truth was that although most of the students had great potential many of them come from tough backgrounds and family life at home was not as simple for them. Their home responsibility impacted their end results even though it was not from lack of trying. Over time The Department of Education assigned a local school counsellor to set up a test that would test the chances of a student’s likeliness to succeed in the future. So it was done.

Nomsa, Jessica and Collins were one of the students who wrote the assessment test. They got to discovery what matters most to them, where they see themselves in the future. These three students had great aspiration for their future. Nomsa, a brilliant student who scored top in her class, aspired to be an attorney to serve justice to those affected by criminal injustice. Jessica had a passion for art just like her assessment pointed it out. She loved singing with all her heart and soul. She loved literally anything to do with fashion and clothes and her long-time dream was to be a singer/actor/entertainer. Collins, a shy kid who prefers to spend a majority of his time in front of a good book or in his imagination. He secretly dreams of being a great writer, who will be in New York’s bestseller list.

Two years later had passed, and it was as if the Department of Education had never visited the humble school, Tshedza Secondary School. School facilities were improved and the school was left better off after the departments visit. Better yet a spark was lit under many of the young students whom only began to discover their life’s purpose. In the quiet, the embers of light still flicked in some students, three in particular by the names of Nomsa, Jessica and Collins. At this time they were in there final year.

Nomsa, still brilliant as ever was scoring the top of her class, doing well in class. In that year everything seemed to be going perfect. But home was a different problem: she was not as wealthy as many of her classmates, every day she would have to cook for her little nephews as well as do her own work. Her mother was a single mom and worked two jobs, just enough to pay the bills and take care of her children, she would often say to the kids “you are my purpose for being” with a big fat smile on her face.

Nomsa later that year manged to pass her matric very well and also got two distinctions, her mom just like many other moms was filled with joy. The following year letters came flooding in and it was from the different institutions that had accepted her to study law. She was happy and it seemed like the whole world was up for grabs. As they say “good news is seldom-ly followed by a cloud of bad news.” Her mom lost her second job and could not afford to pay for her university fees. As much as it pained her mom, she asked Nomsa if she could stay the year till everything was better. Her walls were crashed at that moment but she knew that her mom needed her. She held her chin up and wiped her tears off her cheeks. This seemed like the end for our little Nomsa.

Now Jessica our young art lover, on her matric year she had many hurdles she had to overcome. By this time she was a musician in her own right, even though she was still learning the game. She would save some of her allowance money and at times find ways to raise money in order to have enough to pay the studio to record some of the original songs she would write. Jessica was all about following her love for singing and anything linked to the entertainment industry. She would often say that “music is her plan A and there is no need for a plan B.” In her matric year just after writing finals, one decision she came to regret changed her life.

She was pregnant! On the news of that, there was a dismayed and heartbreak knowing the reality of her situation she would soon have to give up her love for music. She was now a young women without a plan. Luckily for her what played on her side was that she did well in her matric and with the support from her loving yet not totally understanding parents, the future was not lost for her. The future was no longer as certain as it was in the past, now it was just full of many twist and turns with no clear destination.

Collins being Collins, it seemed that the stars had already stacked the deck towards his favour. Although he was not the most vocal in the class or the best looking, he had a beautiful mind that would change the world one day in the future. Collins managed to do well for his matric and completed his university studies in journals and from there his future was bright as ever. Collins through the years of writing finally found out that what he needed most was what he lacked. He did not have confidence in his own work. He once attempted in writing a book that sat in his apartment on his bedroom drawer. No one has ever laid eyes on that book. Collins was what we call a closet writer. A young man full of unlimited potential kept hiding.

A decade had passed and all the school had was having a ten year reunion for the class of 1998. Many students had come from all around the country and a few who where working oversees. They all come to the small town in Venda named Thohoyandou, which was the home for many of the former students. This was a time to come together and celebrate their accomplishments, and others to show of their success.  It came about that Nomsa, Collins and Jessica were all present at the Thsedza school reunion.

There were old high school clicks setting together and the first person their eyes zoomed too was to Jessica. She was known by most of the classes, the girl most likely to succeed because of her pregnancy in her final year. She was stunning and had on the white glamorous dress which was glittered when light caught its reflection. It was rumored by some that she was married to a rich man, but that wasn’t just it. Jessica’s story continued after that metric year.

She was at the bottom of a hole with no sight of a better future. She now had new responsibilities, with her pregnancy she was no longer as naive as she use to be, she could not fully follow the plan she had set for herself. Many of her music promised record signings disappeared when they had heard that she was pregnant. Jessica did not let that one set back keep her down, through her family support she managed to study a degree in sound engineering. During her studies as a hobby she released singles online all the while juggling being a single mother. She eventually got a noticed by Matevhu & Chila Records and was signed by them. They were the biggest music production company at the time. Jessica went on to make a name for herself in music and nothing could stop the dream and heart she had for music.

Nomsa was there on that day she had had a smile which brightened up the room. She was sitting in a corner having a conversation with her old friends from class. She told her story to her friends, she never had the best of circumstances like the rest of her classmates, at such a young age she had to take care of her cousins. She acted like a mom figure way before her time. Nomsa’s mom had lost one of her two jobs during her matric year and this meant that Nomsa would not be able to attend university that following year, despite her great marks. The following year after her matric year she would stay at home taking care of her cousins, but for Nomsa she had not lost faith, she would constantly apply for bursaries and learner-ships at different companies so that she would be able to go study criminal law at the University of her choice. Though many of her class mates have moved on, and also surpassed her she remained strong and kept on fighting for her own future. Nomsa would often say to herself more times than not, in moments where hope seemed bleak “Greater is He that is in me than he that isin the world.”

Nomsa managed to get the bursary that she was hoping for. Over time she became the successful lawyer she dreamed she would be. She was married and had two wonderful children who were the apples of her eyes. She was the happiest human being in that class reunion she would tell her friends. It’s the difficult times that shaped her to the women she is today, she said with a smile on her face.

Collins too was there at the reunion sitting in the corner of the room. He was not as shy as he used to be. He was a journalist for South African News Bulletin. He was accomplished as a writer. But because he never polished his writing skills in poetry, storytelling as well as writing fan fiction. So Collins dream never came to fruition, he only reached half of his purpose. Still a men living in his own mind, full of imagining and wonders. Collins had forgot the dream that he once closely held close to him.  For some reason Collins was not living a fulfilling life. He managed to do well for himself. He was rich and had all the things money could buy him. There would always be that one thing that would never be able to point out that kept him wondering.

The story of the unfortunate three turned our well in the end. Fate was not on their side but through dedication and hard work they curved out a path for themselves. Even though not all achieved all that they intended too from the start. They came a long way in the journey they were walking. Life is never fair, but what you make of it is what matters. Dreams that we thought had died where revised, adverse circumstances that would have hindered many where conquered. These three stayed true to who they were and to the values that they had. In times when the world swallowed them and spit them out, they came to see grace and mercy in their life that purled them to their destiny.

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My favourite food

Food, Food, Food.

Food is so delicious.

My mouth becomes watery.

I drool at the sight of food.

 

I know all kinds of food.

Food that taste good

Food that taste amazing

And the food that taste terrible.

 

Oh Food, Food, Food.

It comes in all shapes and sizes.

It lifts you up when you’re down.

It comforts you when you’re alone.

But we have so much to choose from.

 

Do I go with chocolate or ice- cream?

Steak or ribs?

Chicken or beef stew?

Vegetables or fruits?

Pap or rice?

 

We all have favourites.

Favourite this!

A favourite that!

A favourite person!

 

Favouritism is all and well.

Except people favour.

Favour discriminates people.

Favour shows prejudice.

 

 

Having favourites made me a judge.

People put on the stand.

Choice put in my hands

Who I like and who I don’t.

My choice has consequences.

Whom shall I choose?

The answer is neither!

 

 

Kindness S

 

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This was inspired by the book of James in the 2nd chapter, where Paul speaks of favouritism. He says that we as Christians should not show favouritism to anyone be it the rich or the poor. A comparison of this would be between, high politician and an everyday working class person. To bring it down to our levels in today’s world, we all have our favourite people. And we would say “this or that person is my favourite person” to others. I know I have. I’m guilty as charged. And it’s okay to have close friends or even best friends but we should be objective when it comes to making decisions. Even if it means choosing between the side of your best friend and someone you barely know. Favouritism in the church of Christ can cause division. Many people have been hurt in their families by the statements that parents make when they say “this is my favourite child” in a family which has more than one child. We don’t want that. Let’s leave the Judge which is Christ to judge not us, because we are definitely not qualified.

 

James 2:1-13

Give it a read 😊

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Vision

Vision is everything.Do you have your own vision? What are your goal and life aspirations? Does your capability or mindset to fulfill your vision limit you? What fuels your vision? Or should I say who fuels your vision? This are some of the important questions we need to and ourselves.

We need faith and trust in God, to get too the finish line. That in simply doing that, we are already done 90% of the work. Some of the dreams and disorders that we want may be from God and put deep in our hearts and we may think that your own vision you want apart from Him. We need to persevere through the trails and challenges that will come.

Dream big ! Dream to your hearts content, but remember that your action of today bring you one step closer to making your dream a reality. You may want to be a doctor, a wealthy business man or maybe an actor. Keep in mind that the present is your launching pad to your future. This is something that I learned today😀😊😀

What is your vision?

Where do you envision for yourself in the future, whether short term or long term?

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Venting-Blowing off steam

We all need to vent to blow off some steam. Life is not always easy and is full of complication, challenges and problems that we all have to face everyday.

A good friend of mine one said to me “Kindness it does not always mean when I say something to you, I want advice or the works but just to get something of my chest”. Than it hit me we all need that be it writing on a blank page your deepest raw emotions or be it painting art work that depicts your truest self .

For many of us we have our friends. Well that what there are there for right. But things never turn out the way you want , if we can get them to keep quite a bit more and listen or agree with what you say at that time no matter how wrong you where.

If you keep something long enough on the inside it will eventually explode and you would not want that happening in the wrong place. So when you feel the kettle is reaching boiling point. It about time to find that person to vent too, if that fails pic up a pen and just write or screaming could work for you too. You never know.

How do you vent ?

Kindness S

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The King & Carpenters

In a country far far away lived two young carpenters, they were the best throughout the country side well known for their flawless craft of making the best furniture throughout the kingdom.

But one day the king Pandelani happened to be in the small little town of Kando where there would be celebrating a 100 years of peace in a years’ time. And the king was planning to do something great for his people, he was looking for something so great to symbolize that day, something that would be in-grave in the hearts of his people forever.

Just before the great celebration the king dressed up as a civilian in disguise and went job haunting in searching for a carpenter who had the skill he was looking for in order to build something for his people. So he happened to find two carpenters, their names was Joseph and Nick.

The king then requested the services of this two gentlemen to build him a chair, he planned on testing them, having heard of the great reputation they had around the village from the people. It happens to be that Joseph and Nick had many work to do that week.

Joseph decided to quickly rush through the work and only did things half its quality, all his work was not as great. When the king received his chair was not as happy to see the chair he had, had made.

The king than went to the second carpenter Nick he too was busy with lots of work from the orders his other clients placed. But Nick was elegant and never rushed when he was carpeting. He saw it as more than a job but an art which brought his joy. He told the king that he would have to wait he would be done in three weeks.

So carpenter Nick went to work, when he was done with all his client work got to the King’s request. He spent the whole five days working on the chair day in and day out. To the carpenter it was not just a chair that was just made to sit on, but to also be the most beautiful chair in the room, strong and able to carry heavy weight on it.

After the carpenter was done he called the civilian who was the kind to come collect the chair. When the king arrived he looked at the chair and there came a smile on his face, never had he seen a chair like the carpenter chair.

The king said to Nick `How was it you were able to create such a good chair’ then the carpenter answered and told him that he loves what he does and with each job he gets he takes his time to build the best quality work and enjoying it at same time.

The king than revealed his identity after hearing this and said to young carpenter Nick. I have come here looking for a men who will build me the most beautiful palace in all known kingdom all that you would need is in your hands, but for now you will build my people for the celebration a church in honor of the fallen and so they may rejoice for the living.

                                                                                                                                                                   

The carpenter, Nick was known all over the kingdoms. He was well known for his great carpeting skills and work, some say he was greatest carpenters of the century. Joseph the other carpenter was just as talented and passionate as Nick but great opportunity passed him because he did not put in all his best afford to what he was doing, what is your gift or talent that you good at or your dream your striving to achieve, are you Joseph or Nick? Do we have to change our mind-set and work and sharpen your skills so we can be like Nick one day who through hard work and dedication became the best carpenter. ​

 

Kindness S

[parable of the talents Matthew 25:14-30. No matter how small of a gift r talent you may thing you have multiply it and grow it.]

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Living a Spirit filled life

You may know his name.

His body was brutalized and left for dead.

His hand were nailed on the cross.

His feet bind together and nailed.

The anguish he felt as his flesh

Was torn apart from his body.

 

He paid the highest price, of all.

For only He could satisfy the law.

The law stood against God

It was met for good and for

The betterment of all.

 

But it to imprison us.

To death and sin, for we could

Not pay the price it demand.

For we fall short.

Never seeming able to do enough

 

After the cross He rose

Back to life by His Spirit

He told me that He also gave

You this Spirit, whom broke

the hold of death.

 

Liberated and set free and set apart

My flesh a living sacrifice

My spirit revived within

Death no longer reigns in me.

Only Peace and life.

 

 

Kindness S                                                                                                      Roman 8/ Galation 5

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Lazy

There are days where I spent my days with Lazy.

He is always there asking to spend time with me.

Its hard to resist his word of relaxation and

non-productivity..

 

Hours turn into days each time i’m with him.

After a while I snap out of it,

I realized time went over my heard

like I was counting sheep as slept

  1. sheep 2. sheep 3. sheep …

 

I came to realize that my friend Laziness

was not a true friend but a liar.

When reality struck, he was  nowhere to be found.

I had to do my assignments, projects all the work alone.

Alone and with little too no time to spare.

 

I told myself that in my tomorrow,

I will make a decision.

When my friend Mr Laziness

comes for a visit .

 

We will find out then.

Will I invite him in or

will I ask him to turn back.

 

 

Kindness S

 

The book of the wise Proverbs, states in 10:4

“Lazy hands make for poverty, but diligent hands bring wealth.”

[Student life, or having a job and family can be overwhelming at times and there are days you may feel or drop everything to do nothing all day, the solution is to manage time well to avoid being overwhelmed. It’s good to rest but don’t be lazy]