What will it look like? What will it be like? When my world turns out like you planned When will I get there? Feels like I’m nowhere My dreams are like dust in my hands But I, I know That this is the waiting I anxiously wait Cause I hold on to love that will never let go And in these times that my patience is tested Won’t you remind me that I’m not at home? Here in the waiting The waiting, the waiting Mmmmm All of the questions, secret confessions Lord, You’ll make sense o

“SHADOWS AT THE WINDOW” “There is a door that leads to a place that only you can occupy. Every man, every woman, and every child alive has a special door specifically designed for the occupation of our individual destiny. When will you look for your door? Don’t you know that your door is your’s alone and not another’s? Don’t you know that another’s is theirs alone and not yours or anybody else’s? The hour has gone, for you to find your door and to find it now, for as it w

I am uncertain if I should complete my Degree in Theology!comes at a cost R40K, Seeing that I am free at the moment, I am trying new areas of the print media, illustrations to be done. Lets see where my LUCK lies... BIRDIE NUM NUM CHILDHOOD MEMORY I NEED NEW MOTIVATION

2 KINGS 4:1-7 WHEN YOU REACH THE END OF YOUR ROPE. James Dobson tells the true story of a little toddler named Frankie. He was a handful to say the least. One day he pulled a chair over to the front window of his house, and carefully placed it inside the curtains. He was standing there staring out at the world when his mother came looking for him. She spied his little white legs protruding beneath the curtains, and quietly slipped in behind him to see what he was doing.

DIE PAN “Part 2” I’m from a coloured township called “Die Pan”. Some call it “Woes Pan” due to the high rate of gang violence that plagues it. I was born here and lived the biggest part of my life in “Die Pan”. I’ve had my fair share of living in fear. More specifically, I’ve been very close to death…. We drove from Pietermaritzburg to Matatiele on a rainy night. I would have preferred to leave the next morning but Wayne and Brawny insisted we leave under the bad weather

DIE PAN I’m from a coloured township called “Die Pan”. Some call it “Woes Pan” due to the high rate of gang violence that plagues it. I was born here and lived the biggest part of my life in “Die Pan”. I’ve had my fair share of living in fear. More specifically, I’ve been very close to death…. It was the night before my father’s birthday party. My parents, aunts, uncles and their children and some friends were all at our place. The women were all in the kitchen, prepari

The afternoon’s thunderstorm had cooled the scorching heat wave experienced in the country side for the past few weeks. Drops of rain spattered against the windshield and windows of the old beat up truck. Ubaba Jaca was making his way back home after a long haul to Port Elizabeth. He lived in the southern coast village of Booi - Booi. The radio preacher had him all attentive about the mysteries of the unknown realm. “Spiritual realm he called it.” “We have to keep an open

THE SAFE HOUSE PART 1 He walked nearly blind as dense smoke rolled across the city, trees and buildings set fire in the latest attack. The sun’s meagre light cast dim shadows around him like demons haunting the living world. Choked with every breath, Jason stumbled along and prayed for a landmark in the haze. Any sign that he was close to safety and needed rest. With the two weeks of travel from the mountains to reach Lesotho, in the Maluti Mountains, his time was rather r