From there was, to therein, to therefore and there beyond Was the word, the big word, the biggest word and that is the word that I publish everyday of my life.
Friday, 31 October 2014
VaChikepe: The Poet: WAIGOCHERA PAUTSI MPFANHA
VaChikepe: The Poet: WAIGOCHERA PAUTSI MPFANHA: Saturday 1 November 2014 Written: 2008 ( Nzarabwe [2] ) Start: 1:14 Waigochera pautsi Mpfanha Hiya! Nhasi waigochera pautsi… K...
VaChikepe: The Poet: WAIGOCHERA PAUTSI MPFANHA
VaChikepe: The Poet: WAIGOCHERA PAUTSI MPFANHA: Saturday 1 November 2014 Written: 2008 ( Nzarabwe [2] ) Start: 1:14 Waigochera pautsi Mpfanha Hiya! Nhasi waigochera pautsi… K...
WAIGOCHERA PAUTSI MPFANHA
Saturday 1 November 2014
Written: 2008 ( Nzarabwe [2] )
Start: 1:14
Waigochera
pautsi Mpfanha
Hiya! Nhasi
waigochera pautsi…
Kuita
kudhonza shumba nemuswe wayo chaiko…
Uchida
kuityisidzira nemazino ehuku…
Anooneka
yakavhara muromo chete
Yavhura muromo- vakuru
vezivende chaivo!
Nhasi waita
mahwekwe nezvigure
Wakabata
tsvarapasi yehuku
Uchataura kuti huku yese waiviga kupi!
Nhasi waita rombo rakashata
Kurumwa nenyuchi mumuti
Pasi paine shumba nhatu
Dzirikudya yechina nenzara!
Nhasi uchataura chakatadzisa gudo kutsvuka
Iro rakatsvuka ose magadziko!
Nhasi uchataura chakatadzisa bhoki kuseka
Kunyina nekuumburuka sedhongi Vachigona!
Nhasi uchataura chakatadzisa dhimba kumhanya
Iye makumbo ekumhanyisa ainawo!
Nhasi uchataura
chirikunditadzisa kukuzhagada
Ini ndakadai
zvangu kukutarisa!
Ukati wako
mudzimu unokuda?
Chokwadi…kukusakidzira
pachoto usina shashiko!
Chokwadi
kukudhonzera musoro wako
Mumukanwa
wengwena, iro rino gore renzara rakadai?
Chokwadi kukutakurisa mugomo wemvura
Nehakata
yerovambira kuita here ikoko?
Hamheno- pamwe
unokuda!
Nokuti kupera
kwezuva ranhasi…
Uchange wakufara
kunyikadzimu mukomana!
Zvandakuona kudai
zvanaka!
Ndicharisvina
rangu bundu…
Kuti svi-svi-svi
Kusara pasina
kana katsvina…
Mukati mewangu
mwoyo!
Nhasi
ndichambosendekawo iri zidombo
Rangarakaremedza
angu mafudzi!
Nhasi
ndichambobwiswawo misodzi pamatama…
Neako maoko
embavha asingagone kuzvishandira
Zvimwe
ungashandewo… ukabuditsawo rako ziya!
Ukati
unonyatsondiziva mushe here mukomana?
Chokwadi
haundiziveba mukomana!
Wakandionera
mubhodhoro chaimo mukomana
Kana kuti waita
zvekundidongorera…
Napamaburi
etswanda chaiwo mukomana!
Zvino nhasi
uchandiona…kuti
Ndakabva kuvakafa
chaiko mukomana!
Dzangaradzimu-chipoko-chidhoma
chaicho mukomana!
Mubati nemudyi
wechinonhuwa…chaiye mukomana!
Haaaaaa wairasa
mukomana- mukomana wairasa!
Nhasi ndirikuda
kukuonesa magaro enyoka
Wapedza ndokutuma
kunotsvaga bhonzo renhunzi
Ndakamirira kuti
undiigire nyanga yebete!
Asi usati waita
zvose izvozvo…
Unenge watanga
wazvirova mambama neako makumbo!
Ndisati ndakubata
neangu mapazi emaoko
Anorova mbama
inodzinga shiri dzose mugomo…
Dzichimhanyira
mumatendere adzo ebani
Dzofunga kuti
nguva yehondo yatanga zvakare!
Nhasi
ndichakupeta-peta…
Ndokupfekedza
mumwena wamasvosve
Ndokunge
ndakunzwira tsitsi!
Asi ndikafunga
ndichakupfekedza pfumo rangu…
Mumuromo
wako…richinobudikira kwazvakarehwa!
Ndozongokusiya
ndakagadzika pfumo racho pachoto…
Zvese new eusina
nguwo!
Kana ndazoda
kukuitira hutsinye…
Ndichazviuraya
ndapedza kukuuraya
Kuti usazonditiza
kunyikadzimu!
Ndoda kusvikirana
newe kunyikadzimu…
Kuti titangire
patakasiira
Semuverengi
webhuku rinotyisa!
Shuwa ungandibire******* rangu iwewe (Toki)?
Very silly mpfanha
iwewe!
Nhasi waigochera
pamoto mukomana!
Nhasi ndoda
kukudzidzisa…
Kutanga wafunga
usati waita!
Waigochera pautsi
mukomana…
Yako nyama
yawakadai…
Kubuditsira ziso!
MAGUMO: 1:57
By VaChikepe: The Poet
(+263) 0772 488 777
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Publisher T.P Chikepe
(Reporting from Katanga Norton, Zimbabwe-Africa)
Thursday, 30 October 2014
VaChikepe: The Poet: WASHAYA MPFANHA
VaChikepe: The Poet: WASHAYA MPFANHA: Friday 31 October 2014 Written: 2008 ( Nzarabwe [4] ) Start: 00:25 WASHAYA MPFANHA Washaya zvekuita handiti! Kuteedzana nenhet...
WASHAYA MPFANHA
Friday 31 October 2014
Written: 2008 ( Nzarabwe [4] )
Start: 00:25
WASHAYA
MPFANHA
Washaya
zvekuita handiti!
Kuteedzana
nenhetembo dzangu…
Kutanga
na‘Mumwe wangu hwahwa’
Kusvika
ikozvino panana ‘Ko wandikanganwireiko Zimbabwe’
Ukati ‘Ini
huku mutorwa’ hausi wakutoidetemba nemuridzo?
Kuzoti
‘Waigochera pautsi mpfanha’
Ndofunga
wakutoidetemba nemhino chaidzo!
Asi
unofunga kuti handinetewo here?
Kunyangwe dhonza,
inga rinonetawo wani!
Horaiti…chimbondipawo
zvekunyora zvacho…haudi!
Ukati zita rako
repiri haunzi ‘kiti’ here iwewe?
Chaunoramba
uchipenengurira mapeji erangu bhuku chii?
Unofunga kuti
unowana dzimwe nhetembo here?
Dzichibvepi? Asi
unoti ndiri svikiro rinonyutsa zvinhu?
Hamheno! Asi
unondishamisa mpfanha iwewe…
Kubva kumba
kwenyu kwese uko,
Mazuva ese
uchiuya kuzotarisa
Kuti hakuna
dzimwe nhetembo dzinyowani?
Asi hauna ako
maoko kani?
Ko zvaunenge une
mapango emaoko wani?
Ukati dzako tsoka
hadzisati dzapera?
Kana kuti
unedehwe chairo pasi petsoka- pamwe?
Ko inga
dhunge-tunge resoro unaro wani…
Rakazvimbira
mativi ese sebhazi rekwaMatemba!
Ko zvino makazara
mvura chete here- hamheno?
Saka
chaunofungawo chii- hamheno?
Kutadzawo kufunga
kangano,
Wonyora zvinenge
zvapindamo mudzoro rako…
Chokwadi unoshaya
mpfanha iwewe,
Kushaya zvekuita
chaiko!
Ha-aya, mushamisi
wavashamisi chaivo!
Ha-aya, wazoshaya
zvekuita manje…
Basa ndiro rimwe
chete,
Rekupenengura
pfungwa dzangu!
Unondipenengura
ndagova bete
Rakahwanda pasi
pegoko renzungu
Richidyz kafufu
kechingwa kani?
Unonzwa rakumakwa
bhuku…
Nemurairidzi-chiona
zvibodzwa zvinoiswapo!
Ha-a ‘Here- here
ndove, Gehena naIni huku…’
Ndidzo
dzinonakidza!
Ko iwe dzako
dzawakanyora ndedzipi?
Daira demba
padare ramakarwe!
Kunyangwe
ndikanyora ‘Hesi musikana’
Ndogumira ipapo-
ndini!
Ko dzako
dzawakanyora ndedzipi?
Aiwa
ndakuomesera!
Ko rako izwi kana
vara rawakanyora nderipi- hapana?
Kana kuti pedzesa
yangu yandagumira panzira- haugoni?
Maziso boi-boi
kunditarisa!
Nyon’onyon’o
manyon’orosi enyon’orosi!
Ndizvo zvaunogona
kutaura chete!
Hanzi ‘Washaya-
washaya-washaya mpfanha’
Semaonero angu
pandinoshayira,
Ndipowo…pandinotangira
kuwanira mufunge!
Chokwadi washaya
zvekuita mpfanha
Washaya, washaya-
washaya!
Paneni haukwane
bhurugwa mpfanha!
Waita mutete-
mutete, mutete mupfupi chaiye!
Dai taiva
motokari
Iwe ungadai uri
bhamba datya…
Ini ndiri Prado chaiyo!
Dai taiva mhuka
chaidzo
Iwe ungadai uri
kadhimba chaiko…
Ini ndiri vedu
Samanyanga nzou chaivo!
Uri kuzvinzwa
here mpfanha?
Daiu taiva mhuka
dzine rakagwamba ropa
Iwe ungadai uri
dzvinyu…
Ini ndiri shato
chaiyo!
Wazviona mpfanha…
Usashaye zvekuita
uchidaro- wazvinzwa?
Chausinganzwisisi,
pfonyera muromo munhino…
Wozobuditsa
wapako wega!
Nokuti
ungaputikirwe nechimbambaira chezvigure!
Inga hausi
mhetamakumbo wani…
Nhabvu wambozama
here?
Kana tsiva
chaidzo?
Sezvo mapango
emaoko uinawo!
Ukati hauswinywe
nemagaro here iwewe?
Nokuti
kamufambiro kako aka mpfanha…
Ndekekubatirwa
pfuti chaiko!
Aiwa mpfanha-
usati kutukwa kwete
Asi kungoshayawo,
sekushayawo kwako!
Kwaunongoita
paunotaura zvaunoda nenhetembo dzangu…
Paunodzipikisa
nekudzipikisinura!
Paunodziponda-
dzichikupondawo sazvinoizvi!
Asi unondishamisa
wena…
Rega rega raMwari
uchingouya kuzoropodza
Padzangu
nhetembo- nepasingade kuropodza pese!
Zvisinei hazvo,
tiri shiri…
Dzemudendere
rimwe chete!
Pakushaya, uko kushaya
zvekuita!
Nerimwe zuva
tichawanawo zvekuita
Takamirira
kuwanikwa nenguva handiti?
Saka ita zvako
zvaunoita…
Zvinondipa mamwe
mazano mudehenya rangu
Handiti?
MAGUMO: 01:08
By VaChikepe: The Poet
(+263) 0772 488 777
@Publishar
Publisher T.P Chikepe
(Reporting from Katanga Norton, Zimbabwe-Africa)
Tuesday, 28 October 2014
VaChikepe: The Poet: INI HUKU MUTORWA
VaChikepe: The Poet: INI HUKU MUTORWA: Monday 28 October 2014 Written: 2007 ( Nzarabwe [1] ) Start: 17:05 INI HUKU MUTORWA Ndini zvangu Huku, Nkuku pachirudzi, Muts...
INI HUKU MUTORWA
Monday 28 October 2014
Written: 2007 ( Nzarabwe [1] )
Start: 17:05
INI HUKU
MUTORWA
Ndini
zvangu Huku,
Nkuku
pachirudzi,
Mutsikanenzondora,
Muhwandachando
nemanhenga,
Kubuda
kwaro zuva vanondiziva!
Shamwari
yemunhu pakumuka,
Asi iye
munhu achindisema?
Sechitubu
chechimbuzi,
Naiwo maitiro
ake!
Richingoti vhuu-u
zuva kubuda
Ndinomumutsa
munhu,
Asi iye anenge
bofu kusazviona!
Chaanoona chete,
Chikafu chake
nekuziva kuenda kuchimbuzi,
Ini ndakangoti
hwaradada,
Muromo wakaoma
nenzara!
Kudoedza kuti
kuno-kuno-kuno
Haanzwi kana
kamwe chete!
Unonzwa zvonzi,
‘Huku
dzinoonererwa, kumuka neruzha kwauyeyi?’
Kana donhwe
remvura chairo haurione!
Pava paye, aenda
kuchimbuzi
Kaviri kana
katatu,
Unonzwa roti
dhi-dhi-dhi…
Kuritaira
kwandiri
Panguva iyoyo,
ndaziya zvangu nenzara
Apo ndinenge
ndangova chitsumwa, kutsumwaira nenzara,
Wonzwa zvonzi,
‘Asi huku dziri kurwara here?’
Hubenzi wacho,
kuzvibvunza ega,
Anofunga kuti
anodairwa nani?
Kana achifunga
ini,
Ini handitambe
naye!
Kunge kundinzwa…
Unonzwa zvonzi
‘Usadzipe
chakawanda chikafu dzinorasa’
Ini zvangu
Mufanenzara, kurasa chikafu ini?
Inga chinopenga
chisikwa chaMwari ichi!
Manje chikafu
chacho ndinongoti,
Nyobvo-nyobvo,
nokuti chinenge chekukonorerwa…
Zvino
ndichachigadzirisa chete chisikwabonga ichi!
Shamwari dzangu
padzinopfuura
Dzichiendeswa
kumusika
Dzinopfuura
dzichindichiva, kuti ndigere
Nokuda
kwezimufete-fete remba ravanoona
Apo dzinofunga,
ndizvo zvimwezvo neyangu imba!
Asi pota kuseri
uone!
Kachirugu kezenge
nemaplastic…
Kuita kunge
kachadonha
Negosoro rembwa!
Kudoedza kuti,
ndivakireiwo imba
Unonzwa zvonzi,
‘Tinofanira
kuwedzera matanda nemaplastic’
Kuitawo here
ikoko?
Nemusvetu iwowo,
Ndichamugadzirisa
chete munhu!
Rimwe zuva
unonzwa zvonzi,
‘Ita mazai, ita
mazai
Ita manyowa, ita
manyowa’
Anofunga kuti
twuchikafu twake itwotwo…
Twunopfuura
pahuro here?
Rimwe zuva
azvifunga anondinyima chikafu
Ini ndomwa supu
yeropa rangu, nenzara
Wonzwa zvonzi
‘Wadzyirei mazai-
wadyirei mazai’
Kwachu muromo,
piswe!
Hona nhasi
handisisina mazino,
Ndanechirurimi,
uye haachandinzwi
Zvongonzi ‘Rine
ruzha iro, rine ruzha’
Anopenga mpfanha
uyu!
Ukati akaenda
kuchikoro here iyeyu?
Ngaabvunze isu
takadya maB
Tikaita
mutserendende pamaA
Uye muzerere
pamaC.
Angati, ‘Wadyirei
mazai?’
Haazive here kuti
paBiology
Muzai imomo
munenge musina chinhu?
Isu tinenge
tatozvicalculeta kare…
Anofunga kuti
ndiri benzi saye?
Kuchekeresa
mwana, nenyaya yeutsinye?
Chokwadi munhu-
anondinhuhwira!
Ndofunga munhu-
Chidimbu chezita rako…
Munhuwi- Uri
munhuwi chaiwo…
Munhu
unondinhuhwira iwe!
Ini handina
kuypusa sewe,
Ndosva ndadyiwa
nebonga panewe!
Nokuti zvose
zvaunoita ndinozviziva…
Mwedzi wakapera,
wakanyengetedza
Sisi vangu
netwugwere
Ndokuvavhunira
musoro, kuseri kwechikwenzi
Ukadya neshamwari
yako ‘Banda’
Uya akazofa
nemuchetura nenyaya yemakaro!
Vhiki rakapera,
ukatora bhudhi JOE-JONGWE
Nenyaya yemakaro,
ukaita zvimwezvo!
Zvino kana
wakateya ini,
Wazvirasira dhora
rako murwizi!
Ndoda kutanga
nekusakandira…
Ndozvinyima
zvekudya kuti ndisaite manyowa
Ndapedzazvo
ndozopoya muchirugu chako,
Chinemabhuri
anenge mavende echimwana chemvana kudaro…
Haufi
wakandionafuti-munhu
Nhinhi, munhuwi
wemunhu, Nhinhi
Haufi
wakandionafuti,
Ndichakugarisa
papfumo
Usinabhurugwa
Nairoro zuva, Ndichakugadzirisa
Munhu-wi
wemunhu-Munhu!
MAGUMO: 17:50
By VaChikepe: The Poet
(+263) 0772 488 777
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Publisher T.P Chikepe
Sunday, 26 October 2014
VaChikepe: The Poet: Poem: UNITY Chideme (OUR MOTHER)!
VaChikepe: The Poet: Poem: UNITY Chideme (OUR MOTHER)!: UNITY U - Underestimated God's power, planted in-between our creation, and our destiny! N - Neither, ...
Saturday, 25 October 2014
VaChikepe: The Poet: HWAHWA MUMWE WANGU
VaChikepe: The Poet: HWAHWA MUMWE WANGU: Saturday 25 October 2014 Written: 2009 ( Nzarabwe [7] ) Start: 3:45 HWAHWA MUMWE WANGU Mhorozve hwahwa! Mhamba donhodzo remoyo...
HWAHWA MUMWE WANGU
Saturday 25 October 2014
Written: 2009 ( Nzarabwe [7] )
Start: 3:45
HWAHWA MUMWE WANGU
Mhorozve hwahwa!
Mhamba donhodzo remoyo wangu.
Waiti zvandakakusiya, wangu moyo wakakusiya?
Kana zvirizvo nhasi wairasa!
Nhasi ndiri kukugarira pachipfuva chaipo,
Haikona hako kutya,
Nhasi ndichakutsvoda-tsvoda kusvika wakupisa.
Ndafara kukuona shamwari hwahwa
Asi unoti ukachema ndichakusiya?
Zvino bodo- ndichakupukuta,
Ndigokutsvoda-tsvoda kako kamuromo kapfumbu,
Semunhenga
wachapungu- usingadonhe pasi.
Ihe-e hede.
H’ya-a wairasa sahwira
Setsono yadonhera
mujecha,
Nokuti nhasi
ndichakushapira kusvika wasara waShapiro…
Ndokubata nepaiko
nhai iwe shamwari?
Nepahuro here?
Napamuchiuno
here?
Kana naipo
pagadziko pako chaipo,
Kuti ushaye
kwekutiza nako,
ndinyatsowane kukukokota
wese,
uchiri kubuditsa
musodzi nemufaro kudai.
Pasare pasina
kana kadonhwe kemusodzi wako.
Pfushii-e. H’ya-a
ndaukodobora muromo wako
O-ona hede!
Ukasha kubuda mumuromo,
Kunge twuutsi
twekasipiti…
Ndinokudzvuta
chete,
ndigokududa wese,
kusvika wapera wese,
kusvika wapera
sahwi,
rongosara iro
dehenya rako risisina chinhu.
Hongu ndizvo
chaizvo sahwira,
nyatsodzikai
henyu makadzikama.
Nyatsopindai
henyu mumatadza,
Siyayi mamusuka
samare,
Nyatsopindai
nemukati memazino,
Musiye changova
chando chega-chega.
Rurimi siyayi
mamudzimaidza,
Nerenyu donhodzao
romuviri.
Heya! Napo
paVaGurokuro,
Vasiyeyi
mavadzimaidza,
Richingova dzungu
chete-chete!
Ehekaka dzikai
henyu changamire!
Rovai matumbu
ose,
Nezvose zviri
munzira yemudumbu,
Kusvika kwangova
kuuna-una chete!
Yowe! Kupiswa mudumbu
Hiya! Apa wazondironda sahwira wangu.
Kuitwa hwekumonywa- monywa,
Semutsipa wenkuku,
Apa wandibaira kusionekwi sahwira wangu.
Maziso angova
rembu-rembu rare-rare saVadahwa,
Siriri richingova siriri-siriri
SaVaBere vaona
chitunha chemhembwe.
Kumira yangova
dzedzere-dzedzere pasi pu!
Kutaura yangova
nda, nda nda nda, nda ndanda nda
Kuri kutadza
kutaura.
Ko zvanga zvauya
rinhi,
Vanhu vanga
vachitamba vese zvakanaka?
Ko kutsiva
chitema ndokunei?
Inga zvinonzi
akupa mbama mupe rimwe dama!
Ha-a sahwira
nyaya yacho yakaoma.
Ndatenda hangu
mukomana dzako hasha,
Ishasha chaidzo
sarwaivhi asingasiye chaaruma.
Chindisiyawo
shamwari ndapfidza,
Dzangu pfungwa
angova matende-tendere kutenderera.
Ndazviona nhasi
wauya wakashatirwa kwazvo,
Chipukuta misodzi
iyo ichiri kungodzika,
Shamwari
ndiregererewo ndapfidza,
Handichakutokonye
zvakare,
Sezvo hukasha
hwako, huri kuenda nakuenda saSave.
Aiwa zvaitwa,
zvaitwa shamwari
Sahwira wepedyo
ndadzidza,
Mukawo
hapasisina,
Kana iyo huro nhasi
yapfidza.
Rangova furo
chete!
Ndichakusiya
shamwari kunyangwe uchichema,
Shamwari
ndichakusiya…
Ndazviona haudi
kuitirwa mukawo,
Mukawo pasi, pasi
namakaro!
Aiwa wandigona
shamwari!
Changu chiso
hauchachione zvakare,
Kamuroyi
keshamwari,
Ndosva ndatizira
zvangu kuna tsvutugadzike!
Mudzika pasina
kutya,
Mufamba nevamwe
pahuro,
Mupedza nyota,
Muhaku-munaku
wamangwanani,
Kana manheru
pachingezi…
Handichatambe
newe futi bhora,
Ndazviona
unobirira- unowedzera vamwe vatambi!
Ndikakuona uri
wega,
Handisweropedze
nguva ndichikuongorora…
Ndichakutiza
zvisina mukare akamboona,
Asi ziva kuti
pandichakuwanikidza,
Nedzangu shamwari
ndichakududa wese,
Kusara wangova
zidemhe- ngoma yamachawa chaiyo!
MAGUMO: 4:32
By VaChikepe: The Poet
(+263) 0772 488 777
@Publishar
Publisher T.P Chikepe
(Reporting from Katanga Norton, Zimbabwe-Africa)
Wednesday, 22 October 2014
VaChikepe: The Poet: SEKURU VANGU VACHIPUNZA
VaChikepe: The Poet: SEKURU VANGU VACHIPUNZA: Wednesday 22 October, 2014 Written on the 2 nd of March 2014 Sekuru Vangu VaChipunza Nhai sekuru maita sei? Maitaseiko ch...
SEKURU VANGU VACHIPUNZA
Wednesday 22 October, 2014
Written on the 2nd of March 2014
Sekuru Vangu
VaChipunza
Nhai sekuru maita
sei?
Maitaseiko
chakuradzikai nemusana?
Maitaseiko zvatakushayai…
Pagungano romufaro
kudai?
Maitaseiko mabatisa…
Vazhinji matama
mumaoko?
Maitaseiko nhai
sekuru…
Maitaseiko nhai
asekuru!
Ko mashayi
zvamakadzinga kare wani!
Ko mashayi
zvatakadzinga kare wani!
Chazova chii,
ichi nhai futi?
Chine kumeso
kwakashama segoni…
Chisinganyare kufamba
chisina shashiko,
Chisinganyare
kubvarurira mhapa paruzhinji!
Zvakadai izvi
tinopisa nemwoto!
Mwoto weMweya
Mutsvene tinoshevedzera!
Mwoto weMweya
Mutsvene tinoburutsa!
Mwoto weMweya
Mutsvene- tinosvipisa izvi…
Zvine tsika
dzinamanyemwe semakumbo ezongororo!
Nezita raMambo
Jesu tichifamba mumakomborero…
Tichipinda mune
mamwe makomborero makuru!
Ngirozi dzichiombera
maoko
Mudzimu unoera
uchitigonesa
Samasimba vachinyemwerera…
Zvavo vakagara
pachigaro chiTsvene!
Aiwa chisimukai
henyu sekuru…
Aiwa chisimukai
henyu asekuru…
Vedu vezvomweya!
Mufudzi wemweya
yedu…
Muriritiri weshungu
dzedu!
Muponesi wemarwadzo edu
Munun’una waIshe wedu Jesu Christu chaiye!
Aiwa chisimukai henyu sekuru…
Aiwa chisimukai henyu asekuru…
Mbiri nerukudzo zvirambe zvichipihwa kuMusiki
Kuburikidza nechipo
chehupenyu hwenyu uhwu
Kuburikidza nerufaro rwenyu urwu…
Kudzamara kuve nekusingaperi peri…!
Amen!!!
By VaChikepe: The Poet
(+263) 0772 488 777
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Publisher T.P Chikepe
(Reporting from Katanga Norton, Zimbabwe-Africa)
Monday, 20 October 2014
VaChikepe: The Poet: TSHAKA ZULU: SHAKESPEARE'S SHORT TROUSERS
VaChikepe: The Poet: TSHAKA ZULU: SHAKESPEARE'S SHORT TROUSERS: Monday 20 October, 2014 Start: 22:22 Tshaka Zulu: Shakespeare’s short trousers Please pour your heart on me… Please tell m...
TSHAKA ZULU: SHAKESPEARE'S SHORT TROUSERS
Monday 20 October, 2014
Start: 22:22
Tshaka Zulu: Shakespeare’s short trousers
Please pour
your heart on me…
Please tell
me the crust of your truth
And I can
comfort your heart with love!
Why would
you run away from that granny?
Without
saying good bye or even trying to offer her something?
Why do we
always get these patterns in life?
One person
that will fully help you
To cross
that bridge of life…
Is the same
person, you ran away from every day!
Why do we
always hand around people who tear our hearts apart?
As we
pretend that all is well?
Pretendence!
Pretendence!
Is there a
reason to pretend?
Are you not
the master mind to this- Shakespeare?
“Heee this
world is a stage where everyone is an actor”
Acting!
Acting!
I am not
acting! I am living!
I guess,
life is a battle for the truth or not!
For me… I
chose the truth.
I wouldn’t
want to live a life pinned on its falsehood…
But the
truth- I will forever hold in the breast plate of my heart!
I wouldn’t want to live in time pinned on its
falsehood…
But the
truth- I will forever hold in the breast plate of my heart!
I wouldn’t
want to live for a destiny pinned on its falsehood…
But the
truth- I will forever hold in the breast plate of my heart!
Who said
“Heaven is not there…
And hell is
coming?”
To this, do
you subscribe?
To this, do
you not see every day?
To this, I
will forever hold in the breast plate of my heart!
A life of
falsehood- full of the maximum joy that an individual can see!
A life of
truth- full of fear of isolation and wrong paint, being painted and glued
towards the heart!
Isn’t the
heart created to love?
Then- what
will it love? From this dish full of fear?
Fear- to
systemize the system…
And fear to
fight against the system powers!
That I
respect…But soon I will change!
Whose short
way it anyway?
That
brought this revelation…
And that
brought this destiny full of life?
From his
vision she believed
From his
fears she comforted
From his
curiosity she cared
From his
suspicion she presented
From his
truth she became afraid and wished for an answer
From his
appearance she disappeared
From her
disappearance she lied and lied and lied!
She even
painted abstract pictures…
I could
hardly see with my own naked eye
All I
believed1 because I am a believer and I trust her
From all
her efforts, I greatly appreciated
Because, it
was a miracle that came true!
Because,
when it comes to the truth- we do not disconnect!
Tell me…
What would
you do? If you believe in a miracle…
Yet that
miracle is the deepest crust of lies?
Tell
me…tell me…
What would you
do?
What would
you do…?
If you are
told exactly the same about your church…
Tell
me…tell me…
What would
you do?
You want
deeper truth?
Ok fine…
What
happened to all the people who died before you were born?
What will
happen to Mohammed people, Buddha people, Rastafarian people or even Jesus
people, who are yet to be born?
And who
knows what will happen to the first day of the last?
The truth-
is the ultimate bone and breathe to life.
Who would
want to chew your bone away from you?
Who would
want to inhale all your breathe from you?
To that-
imprison that cell and send it to hell fire!
So…
Whose hand
was it that sewed the short?
The hand from mother love- that sewed the
short
Many
reckless hands that sewed the short from the factory
Many
buttons from the computer- that sewed the short from the system
Or- that
gifted hand in the community- that sewed the short…from hunger inspiration and
financial anticipation?
I guess, in
this life- I will only wear hand crafted shorts…or shorts that comes from the
purity of my fingerprints.
The truth-
is the ultimate bone and breathe to life.
Without it…
we people we, we disadvantage ourselves from all pleasure of life!
If that is
the case…like Lazarus in the bible,
All people
who were born from their deathdays
Are living
a life of regret and wishes!
Then- what
would you say
To the
people…born from their birthdays
To live and
living a life of regret and wishes?
“Dead man
walking” How would you know- how would you tell?
Then-who
has life? And what has he done with it?
Isralites
were God’s people…
What is it
that they did to help humanity to be close to the creator?
Or it is a
game of individuality and secrecy?
Then- will
the prophets of truth lie…especially in the times of Ebola?
I do not
know the rest…but I wish the best!
For me…I
will live,
Not among
the dead to be dead
But to
resurrect the dead
And live
more and more life and lives to come!
What pain
does a candle get from candling 7 billion candles?
Are we not
the light of this life?
Don’t
forget to lighten the next light…
And live in
paths full of bright lights…
Like the
story- God’s paths are full of lights and life!
So…
Whose short
is it anyway?
That
brought this revelation…
That
brought this destiny full of light?
I believe,
they all have their own shorts
But, they
can’t resist their love towards this short.
What would
you do- if you were too short to wear a short?
Or- if you
were too long to wear a short?
I guess, it
is the same with life…
Always be alert
and ready…
To receive
all blessings, that this has created for you!
Not being
alert…
You will
become too short
Or you will become too tall
For this
short!!!
End: 23:42
By VaChikepe: The Poet
(+263) 0772 488 777
@Publishar
Publisher T.P Chikepe
(Reporting from Katanga Norton, Zimbabwe-Africa)
Sunday, 19 October 2014
VaChikepe: The Poet: THE SALIVA BLOOD TEARS
VaChikepe: The Poet: THE SALIVA BLOOD TEARS: Sunday 19 October, 2014 Start: 11:00 The Saliva Blood Tears My tears have disappeared… and they do clap hands for me! My s...
THE SALIVA BLOOD TEARS
Sunday 19 October, 2014
Start: 11:00
The
Saliva Blood Tears
My tears
have disappeared… and they do clap hands for me!
My saliva
dances through my mouth and they marvel in admiration of my life!
My inner
self bleeds thunderously…but I can still put a smile on my face!
Who would
want to hear myself…I do not have anyone to ask.
Who is
there with a cool hand to comfort my heart beat…
A question
I would wish to ask myself, but the fear of more heat lashes silences my
curiosity.
My
curiosity…the pavement to my heart desire, a dream reckoned a mystery.
I wonder
how people value themselves…
Is it from
the voices of the ear
From the
voices of the heart?
From the
creations of the mind?
Or just an element of surprise…
Or just an element of surprise…
Every day…
they wake up!
What would
you do if you are painted stupid from your intelligence?
Or when you
are labelled intelligent from your stupidity?
How would
you call your tomorrow to come and comfort your today?
How would
you call your yesterday to shape your today’s words?
Or even to
sit down with your today…for a cup of coffee?
Ooooh,
hahaha yes a cup of coffee!
I used to
see a giant…but I am now seeing a small mouse under a table.
I used to
hear sweet words from the latest words factory…but now I only hear words that
can turn your clothes into tartars…
What
happened to the golden smile…full of a beautiful scent from the honey bee fresh
flowers?
What
happened to the visionary who would interpret visions?
I guess I
lost my angel!
Please come
my dear friend…please come
I did not
mean to be mean!
But… I thought
the beautiful road continues to unfold itself.
The mystery
of destiny…the experience of life unfolding its colours.
Please hold
my hand my angel…I do not want to drown in these painful swamps…
Please hold
my hand my angel and strengthen my heart and heal me from these wounds.
I have
never been a fighter…because I grew up after the fight!
I didn’t
expect defeats in these wars because I am born of a soldier.
Isn’t a son
of a soldier a soldier?
Then why do
I have to fight everyday…for my survival?
Why am I in
this jungle of furious wars of survival?
Why do I
struggle to breathe whenever I want to express myself?
Why do I
get choked from a soft voice?
These
fights are not mine… please take your fights and fight yourself.
Is this
kind of a school or prison?
Is this a
prison school?
Or it is
actually a prison in school?
Why would I
be in a prison, if I came to school to learn?
Or why
should I learn if I am in a prison?
They say he
was imprisoned and he became the King.
They say
they were imprisoned and they became Masters.
Which
syllabus is this my pen?
How come I
didn’t receive the course textbooks?
Was I
absent on that day? ...Yes, it is funny!
Am I not
the first small white stool in a bookshop?
Am I not the first cottage that was built on
the corner stand?
Am I not
the farm that got rescued from the scavengers of opportunities?
The left
foot that stepped first on top of that mountain?
Who could
be there to witness it all?
My
angel…talk to me…
Talk to me
my angel and help me to see the light…
I now admit
that I silently cry…during the day
And I
loudly cry in the night times!
The
tears…those tears of confusion
The
tears…those tears of fear of the future
The
tears…and those tears of a heart torn apart
The tears…
those tears of a mouth muted
The
tears…and those tears from dark illusions!
Who would
dare to listen to you?
What if you
are better than before?
What if you
are better than the next?
What if you
are better than tomorrow?
So can I
stop to cry because I am better?
Do we live
a life of comparison and averageness?
Does the pattern
have to follow a pattern?
Or it can
jump high like a progressive graph?
That is
what I believe…
That we
were born to be better day by day…
Until we
reach the perfection of the last day!
I think I
threw everything that I had in bunt trash…
What is it
that I left myself with?
What is it?
Unto the
power of the pen… I will raise my voice
Unto my
faith…I will give birth again
Unto my
hope…I will dream again
Unto my
prophesy…I will declare again!
That I am
born from the skin of truth
That I am
born from the words of power
That I am
born from the breath of oracles
And that I
am born from the Kingdom of grace and mercy!
I do not
believe in the evil spirits, because I believe in the greater force
I do not
believe in fights, because mine were won long ago
I do not
believe in failure, because before my existence I conquered
And birth
is my majestic evidence!
I will
live…because I lived!
I will
win…because I won!
I will
love…because I was loved!
And I will
direct…because I live in a given direction!
The gift of
giving…once given, twice you give.
Once the
child doesn’t cry, the more the mother cries
Once the
heart doesn’t speak, the more the hand speaks
Once the
eye doesn’t see, the more the brains see
And once
the brain doesn’t think, the more the actions think!
One would
say “A cry from abundance of ignorance”
One would
say “mixed truth unfolds”
But from
saliva blood tears- I set my self-free!
Free like a
bird I will continue to fly…
Until the
day of the nest!
From my
rest to my nest I rest, and from my nest I rest until I nest.
End:
00:10
By VaChikepe: The Poet
(+263) 0772 488 777
@Publishar
Publisher T.P Chikepe
(Reporting from Katanga Norton, Zimbabwe-Africa)
THE SALIVA BLOOD TEARS
Sunday 19 October, 2014
Start: 11:00
The Saliva Blood Tears
My tears have disappeared… and they do clap hands for me!
My saliva dances through my mouth and they marvel in admiration of my life!
My inner self bleeds thunderously…but I can still put a smile on my face!
Who would want to hear myself…I do not have anyone to ask.
Who is there with a cool hand to comfort my heart beat…
A question I would wish to ask myself, but the fear of more heat lashes silences my curiosity.
My curiosity…the pavement to my heart desire, a dream reckoned a mystery.
I wonder how people value themselves…
Is it from the voices of the ear
From the voices of the heart?
From the creations of the mind?
Or just an element of surprise…
Every day… they wake up!
What would you do if you are painted stupid from your intelligence?
Or when you are labelled intelligent from your stupidity?
How would you call your tomorrow to come and comfort your today?
How would you call your yesterday to shape your today’s words?
Or even to sit down with your today…for a cup of coffee?
Ooooh, hahaha yes a cup of coffee!
I used to see a giant…but I am now seeing a small mouse under a table.
I used to hear sweet words from the latest words factory…but now I only hear words that can turn your clothes into tartars…
What happened to the golden smile…full of a beautiful scent from the honey bee fresh flowers?
What happened to the visionary who would interpret visions?
I guess I lost my angel!
Please come my dear friend…please come
I did not mean to be mean!
But… I thought the beautiful road continues to unfold itself.
The mystery of destiny…the experience of life unfolding its colours.
Please hold my hand my angel…I do not want to drown in these painful swamps…
Please hold my hand my angel and strengthen my heart and heal me from these wounds.
I have never been a fighter…because I grew up after the fight!
I didn’t expect defeats in these wars because I am born of a soldier.
Isn’t a son of a soldier a soldier?
Then why do I have to fight everyday…for my survival?
Why am I in this jungle of furious wars of survival?
Why do I struggle to breathe whenever I want to express myself?
Why do I get choked from a soft voice?
These fights are not mine… please take your fights and fight yourself.
Is this kind of a school or prison?
Is this a prison school?
Or it is actually a prison in school?
Why would I be in a prison, if I came to school to learn?
Or why should I learn if I am in a prison?
They say he was imprisoned and he became the King.
They say they were imprisoned and they became Masters.
Which syllabus is this my pen?
How come I didn’t receive the course textbooks?
Was I absent on that day? ...Yes, it is funny!
Am I not the first small white stool in a bookshop?
Am I not the first cottage that was built on the corner stand?
Am I not the farm that got rescued from the scavengers of opportunities?
The left foot that stepped first on top of that mountain?
Who could be there to witness it all?
My angel…talk to me…
Talk to me my angel and help me to see the light…
I now admit that I silently cry…during the day
And I loudly cry in the night times!
The tears…those tears of confusion
The tears…those tears of fear of the future
The tears…and those tears of a heart torn apart
The tears… those tears of a mouth muted
The tears…and those tears from dark illusions!
Who would dare to listen to you?
What if you are better than before?
What if you are better than the next?
What if you are better than tomorrow?
So can I stop to cry because I am better?
Do we live a life of comparison and averageness?
Does the pattern have to follow a pattern?
Or it can jump high like a progressive graph?
That is what I believe…
That we were born to be better day by day…
Until we reach the perfection of the last day!
I think I threw everything that I had in bunt trash…
What is it that I left myself with?
What is it?
Unto the power of the pen… I will raise my voice
Unto my faith…I will give birth again
Unto my hope…I will dream again
Unto my prophesy…I will declare again!
That I am born from the skin of truth
That I am born from the words of power
That I am born from the breath of oracles
And that I am born from the Kingdom of grace and mercy!
I do not believe in the evil spirits, because I believe in the greater force
I do not believe in fights, because mine were won long ago
I do not believe in failure, because before my existence I conquered
And birth is my majestic evidence!
I will live…because I lived!
I will win…because I won!
I will love…because I was loved!
And I will direct…because I live in a given direction!
The gift of giving…once given, twice you give.
Once the child doesn’t cry, the more the mother cries
Once the heart doesn’t speak, the more the hand speaks
Once the eye doesn’t see, the more the brains see
And once the brain doesn’t think, the more the actions think!
One would say “A cry from abundance of ignorance”
One would say “mixed truth unfolds”
But from saliva blood tears- I set my self-free!
Free like a bird I will continue to fly…
Until the day of the nest!
From my rest to my nest I rest, and from my nest I rest until I nest.
End: 00:10
By VaChikepe: The Poet
seremumu@gmail.com
(+263) 0772 488 777
@Publishar
Publisher T.P Chikepe
(Reporting from Katanga Norton, Zimbabwe-Africa)
Saturday, 18 October 2014
VaChikepe: The Poet: A YOU COFFEE?
VaChikepe: The Poet: A YOU COFFEE?: Saturday 18 October 2014 Start: 7:00 A YOU COFFEE? I test...
A YOU COFFEE?
Saturday 18 October 2014
Start: 7:00
A YOU COFFEE?
I tested alcohol…but it wasn’t my taste!
It really slowed down my intelligence and even invited
more slumberness.
I even tested cocaine…but I could not understand its
speed…
It strained by sense of balance and pushed my feelings
and emotions aside!
I eventually tested the natural herb…
And it became another vision of my eyesight,
And it became a sense of relaxation…for my ever thinking
brains
And it became another picture that can be painted by
nature,
And the wishes of those who crossed to the other side
of life!
But! Unfortunately it did not over take the power of
the tongue,
That God deposited on my tongue, as a gift!
With my tongue I can speak!
With my tongue I can prophesy!
With my tongue I can create!
With my tongue I can see visions!
And with my tongue…I can understand the word of God!
The natural herb brought me a picture…and my tongue
brought me prophetic visions that I fulfill every day of my life!
I think that by now…my intelligent overtakes that of
the natural herb!
“An element of not being a perfectionist…the first
born of love, the love for fullness unto all, priesthood invitation and a
license to the world of learners. The best gift from creation… The promotion of
humanity”
I just wonder…the way I feel towards things,
If it is the same as others!
Being the same…I believe they will crown me the King!
Being not! I believe they will enjoy teaching me ‘The
variety of variations’
Telling me that…
“1. If man
descended from other forms of life, we ought to have the same number of chromosomes,
and the DNA count should be the same.”
Telling me that…
“2. “It is God who created everything”
Telling me that…
3. “Homology is the name given to the effort of
science to prove evolutionary theory on the basis of shallow physical
similarities between various creatures”
Telling me that…
4.
“Human beings have 46 chromosomes
in each body cell, while in their reproductive cells (the egg and the sperm)
they are only half that number (23)”
And bla bla bla…the story continues…!
To my surprise…Why did the system ban the herb?
Was it officialized? Did people contribute to it?
Or we only got systemized by the system?
I am not a black person…I refuse!
Nor am I a white person…I refuse!
But, I am a “Munhu”…
Something you will have to learn when you have got
something to do with it!
“The chromosonical balance of good character and
personality…within nature, behavior and within spirituality”
I believe names have got power!
That is the reason why I believe in Jesus Christ!
If you do not believe in him fine…
Why was he beaten to change his name?
Why was he beaten to change his name?
Why was Kundakinde beaten to change his name?
You see! That is the reason why I believe…
Why I believe that names have got power!
I am not a black person…
Because I did’nt do anything black!
But I am a Munhu…because I am full of Hunhu!
“An element of life and love…an element of beauty and
oneness”
To the footsteps of my destiny I will forever
climb…and to the fullness of time I will forever reach! Until I am back to
where I started…improving everything to its greatness and in its fullness!
Until the steps of life, becomes a natural way to reality…God’s happiness to a
closer relationship with His people.
A…..N…D MY QUESTION REMAINS!
1. “How come more white people drink coffee than the black people?”
2. “How come more black people smoke more herb
than the white people?
3. How come the herb is illegal and coffee is legal?
Now tell me…
4. What
would happen to the coffee drinkers…if coffee was to be banned today?
I guess the mystery remains, with the leaners…my
profession- my gift from the heavenly places.
I guess if I was asked…what colour is your skin?
I would say it is coffee to brown!
To black…I will never subscribe!
To blackness…I will never subscribe!
For the light of God will forever shine on me!
I guess lets help each other…
To ask God…the colour of His light on us!
I guess the mystery remains, with the leaners…our
profession- our gift from the heavenly places.
What would you do…?
If you were invited for a cup of coffee?
What would you do…?
If you were to be invited for a cup of coffee?
What would you do…?
If you were to see a hot steaming cup of coffee before
your cravings?
What would you do? What would you do?
Would you agree to Colin Patterson…
A Paleontologist at British Museum?
Would you agree with him after his 20 years of
evolutionary research?
In which he was unable to come up with even one thing
that proved evolutionary theory?
Would you agree with him?
Haaaa? Would you agree with him?
Unto Caffeinism…I burn and throw into hell fire!
Unto Insomnia… I
burn and throw into hell fire!
Unto nervousness… I burn and throw into hell
fire!
Unto stomach upset… I burn and throw into hell
fire!
Unto nausea and vomiting… I burn and throw into hell
fire!
Unto increased heart and breathing rate… I burn and
throw into hell fire!
Unto anxiety… I burn and throw into hell fire!
And…unto agitation and ringing in the ears… I burn and
throw into hell fire!
In the Mighty name of Lord Jesus Christ!!!
Unto Patterson’s Conclusion- do you agree?
That
“…evolution was an
"anti-theory" that produced "anti-knowledge." He elaborated
on this by saying that evolution is full of special words that explain nothing,
yet give the expression that they explain everything. Something that produces
"anti-knowledge," really produces ignorance. And surely we do not
want that!”
But unto my revelation…I continue to share the light and burn
the bad!
Unto bleeding disorders… I burn and throw
into hell fire!
Unto diabetes… I burn and throw into hell fire!
Unto diarrhea… I burn and throw into hell fire!
Unto irritable bowel syndrome… I burn and throw into
hell fire!
Unto glaucoma… I burn and throw into hell fire!
Unto high blood pressure… I burn and throw into hell
fire!
And unto thinning bones
(osteoporosis)… I burn and throw into hell fire!
In the Mighty name of….. ….. …. …!
Are we more superior and special to animals or we are
related?
Are we more superior and special to nature or we are
related?
I guess the mystery remains, with the leaners…our
profession- our gift from the heavenly places!
How would you define…
Some mammalias having chromosomes from 17 to 22?
How would you define…
Some protozoa like Radiolaria having more than 800
chromosomes?
And how would you define…
A fungi like Bacillus having only 1 chromosome?
I guess the mystery remains, with the leaners…our
profession- our gift from the heavenly places!
But
unto the healing gift of life given through a relieved mental and physical state from fatigue I will forever receive, cherish and share
unto all!
Unto the healing gift
of life given through an increase in mental alertness…I
will forever receive, cherish and share unto all!
Unto the healing gift
of life given through a free state of life, from Parkison’s disease…I will
forever receive, cherish and share unto all!
Unto the healing gift
of life given through a free state of life, from gallstones and type 2
diabetes… I will forever receive, cherish and share unto all!
Unto the healing gift
of life given through a free state of life, from gastrointestinal cancer, lung
cancer and breast cancer…I will forever receive, cherish and share unto all!
Unto the healing gift
of life given through a free state of life, from headaches, low blood pressure,
obesity and attention deficit-hyperactivity disorder (ADHD)… I will forever
receive, cherish and share unto all!
Unto all! Unto all and
unto all- The purpose of our creation to God!
“Love…the
greatest measurement tool of God’s love towards our life”
What would you do…?
If you were invited for a cup of coffee?
What would you do…?
If you were to be invited for a cup of coffee?
What would you do…?
If you were to see a hot steaming cup of coffee before
your cravings?
What would you do? What would you do?
Unto my honey, I keep on encouraging more and more!
Unto my revelation, I will keep on sharing more and
more!
And unto the truth, I will keep on knocking for more
answers unto all!
If
you were taken to Greek,
Roman, Vedic, and Islamic states in the
periods of Aristotle (384 - 322 BC) and
in the periods of Aristoxenus (320 BC)…what would the philosophers and
scientists tell you about process of regurgitation and
evaporation?
Echoes the voices of monosaccharides, fructose and glucose, minereals and water from the melody of my
ears!
The
Ancient Egyptians saw the wounds of their people disappearing, the ancient
Greeks believed and lived longer after their consumption, even the Prophet
Mohammed glorified the healing powers of honey and the Quran praised honey’s
healing power by saying…
“And thy Lord taught the
Bee to build its cells in hills, on trees, and in (men's) habitations; Then to
eat of all the produce (of the earth), and find with skill the spacious paths
of its Lord: there issues from within their bodies a drink of varying colors,
wherein is healing for men: verily in this is a Sign for those who give
thought.”
If you were asked about it…what would you say?
What
would King David say about it? If in the Bible (Old Testament), King Solomon
said "My son, eat thou honey,
for it is good", and there are a number of reasons why it may be good.
I guess the mystery remains, with the leaners…our
profession- our gift from the heavenly places!
Then what more of more?
Yes! It shortened the duration of bacterial diarrhea
in infants and young children…
Yes! Wounds were healed from their ugly burns and
chronic wound infections…
Yes! Seasonal allergies were minimized…
Yes! I would not resist Dr. Rowena Jenkin’s report
that “honey kills bacteria by destroying key bacterial proteins.
Yes! The natural honey kills bacteria three times more
effectively than an artificial honey!
Then what more of more?
BUT MY QUESTION REMAINS…!!!
1. Would coffee free us from the state of Ebola eating
environment?
2. Would honey free us from the state of Ebola eating
environment?
3. Would the natural herb free us from the state of
Ebola eating environment?
4. Or it is just the fullness of time…man’s cruelty back
firing on him?
I guess the mystery remains, with the leaners…our
profession- our gift from the heavenly places!
If,
I was to meet Coffee…
I would ask him a simple question…
“Are you coffee? And why were you created? ...after
that I would ask him, if he knew anyone who was holding the cure to Ebola…and I
would ask the same question ‘who are you and why were you created?’ ”
What kind of an animal would want to eat more than 10
000 people per week?
What kind of an animal continuously reproduces itself
against humanity?
What kind of an animal fights against oxygen and
carbon dioxide for more than a week…only to be defeated later?
Isn’t planet Mars calling us from Mother Earth?
Or the universe is calling us to another destiny?
If there was not individualism, but oneness in this
life would the situation be better?
Or we were going to turn against God like the tower of
Babel people?
“Now the whole world had one language and a common speech… They
said to each other, ‘Come, let’s make bricks and bake them
thoroughly.” They used brick instead of stone, and tar for mortar. Then they
said, “Come, let us build ourselves a city, with a tower that reaches to the
heavens, so
that we may make a name for ourselves; otherwise we will be scattered over the face of the
whole earth!... But the Lord came down to see the city and
the tower the people were building. The Lord said, “If as one
people speaking the same language they have begun to do this, then nothing they plan to do will be
impossible for them. Come, let us go down and confuse their language so they will not understand each other…
So the Lord scattered them from
there over all the earth, and they stopped building the city. That
is why it was called Babel—because there the Lord confused
the language of the whole world. From
there the Lord scattered them
over the face of the whole earth.”
Thus, the above quotation “Remains my home work!”.
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