... grains of life maliciously taken away!

Some few weeks ago went with Tom and Richaad, two good friends of mine, to the beach just North of Durban for just a break away from the bussle of campus assignments, test's and lectures - call it a mini-retreat. As I sat down on the shore as the boys went rolling in the deep, I came across a very small shell that was washed off by the salty current just a few minutes ago. In its subtle form there was no words which it would evoke for the next few minutes. There really was nothing for me to say it. I was absolutely confounded to why this beautifully designed lifeless shell remained amongst overwhelming grains of sand, left me expressionless! Given it the opportunity to say some few words, surely it would relay the experiences it had encountered prior to it being washed off the crisp shore. Its contours speak for themselves as there remains faint lyrics embracing the songs it sang from life given to life taken. Its arrest in feeding infallibly was of no great joy to its fickle tissues yet it had to succumb to the what would begin yo manifest greatly the more adventurous it decided to go. Its strong calcium construction was not enough to triumphant against the malicious oceanic world, contrary it had its grains of life maliciously taken away!

B's desk

Tragic!

Looking over the desktop, with procrastination written boldly on my forehead, I am slowly moved to idleness basically because to think it through, I could be at home, joining the company of my family relatives and friends for the quarterly Madida Family Re-union (hahaha, its not as dramatic as Madea's). Lined up for this week is test's, test's, test's and did I mention...test's. Its been what 6 months now and I have had to bear with hearing my aging gran-ma's voice over a plastic voice box. Ridiculous - what affections is that. I'm pretty sure they miss me just as I do and there is nothing else to be done but to triumph over the next few months which is to separate the men for the boys - head over into the game - pen first calculator last, expecting the greater reward which is to spend yet another day with my Gogo! 

Do You Not Know by Sam Radebe

Sam Radebe

This poem was shared by one of the students, Sam Radebe at the summer camp we had some few weeks ago. It raised the room and when we were given the opportunity to share it, I would not resist and allow it to pass. This is an amazing poem - do take the time to read it and share it if you may. Sam Radebe is a 2nd year student studying Media and english at the University of Kwa Zulu Natal - Howard Campus. She is a really ridiculous funny lady that just loves the lord with great passion and is not shy to share it. Big ups Sam!!!

Do you not know?

Do you not know that we were born dead?

That we were born dead and so christ came ahead

The institutionalised speak of a white christ and

The revolutionalised speak of a black christ

I know neither.

I know a christ whose blood was red, blood red

And my blood is red

So when my dna is read

It appears in crosses.

Thats why satan can't solve this x

Ngiwu x ongasolveki

Do you not know?

Do you not know that we were born dead

That we were born

And so christ came ahead

The word became flesh

Descended from the throne to fight this flesh

The word landed on rocks, impenetratable ears

Hearing the word for years

But even spears couldnt pierce

Through these hearts full of fears

But the word conquers all, tears and pain

The work of the cross is not in vain

Do you not know

Do you not know that we were born dead

That we were born dead

And so christ came ahead

Made in his image

We are created in perfection

Seen through his eyes. High definition

His son was sent on a mission

To purchase us in blood. No commision

Our sins could not be atoned for with cows and goats

Nor herbs to try and cover them up like coats

No. We needed god himself.

Do you not know

Do you not know that we were born dead

That we were born dead

And so christ came ahead

Hung on a tree for all mankind to see

Crown of thorns on his head how could it be?

How could it be that the sinner is set free

While the son of god pays the fee?

The father said it had to be done

He had to give his only son

And so it was done.

But death couldnt handle him

And the grave couldnt hold him

You and i sold him

But he bought us. No credit.

"it is finished" he said it

So do you not know?

Do you not know that we were born dead

That we were born dead

And so christ came ahead

That we were born dead

And so christ came along.

Wake up.

You've been dead too long.

B's desk

An icy adventure

Alyssa and I took the boys to Mc Donalds for some ice-cream and what a fun mess it was. They needed to get out for some few hours for a Mc Deez adventure. I think History is not much of a fan of ice-cream as for Sphe - I almost got whipped for tryna help him with it.

9 minute call

Family blessings have meant more to me than anything I have ever encountered before. With every challenge I have come to faced that has come to be put into implementation, I have seeked my family’s blessings by all means and they have greatly blessed me with every ridiculous outburst, new interest, innovations, exploration. For the recent few months I have been seeking the Lord in dedicating a year of service to the Gospel – it has been a test of faith and by all means a hit of high and low notes where I’d be: “Ye…let’s do this!” and on some other days it was like: “Oh, … hmmm … ye maybe some other times.” But hey recently, I feel like there has been such a great confirmation leading to today and that the Lord has been saying: “Wait til’ you see what I have in store for you”. I have been and I am trusting Him for so much I begin to shiver and think – hey, if it’s your will, lead me to it and I want to fulfill it by all means. 

Roadblock – crrreeeech . . . family blessing! Oh yes, forgot about that. Well today has been quite eventful on that basis. I spoke to my mom explaining to her now my intentions for the coming year and yey, for a second I thought she was like: “ye, go do it son, I’m with you all the way”. 3 minutes into the conversation, I am reminded about the financial burden that she faces and evidently, I really can’t and won’t try to refute that – she had kinda made her plans for me like every parent has: study…graduate…graduation party (if I’m lucky)…work…$$$! She is shocked out of her boots when I tell her that I have included some few plans in her train of thought and that not only am I calling her to ask for her support on this faith adventure but to bless me as well (these are two different things). 8 minutes into the conversation I am in tears (remember this is a guy who has always expected to be blessed by his family). She ends the call, re-assuring that she will call later and I’m then praying for the Lords grace being: “… you didn’t say it would be this difficult, why does it feel like I am dishonoring my mother”. Well the story picks up when I call my aunts (Phindile and Vangile) – to a degree my spiritual mothers (i.o.w. I run to them every time there is fire in the heart). I embrace their understanding and thank God for their impartation and their support and blessing.  I look forward to seeking God to teach me and help me put the puzzle together because I stand on a limb – knowing no direction of the coming months but clinging on to His character. My discipler said to me some few weeks: ‘Its these points in time, where we are trapped in a crevice, having nowhere to go and hide, putting no front that everything is A-okay, just surrendering all - waiting on Him with utter dependence; that He comes and reveals His glory to us’. I am not turning away from anything nor anyone, my heart is still set in the vision than the Lord has cast and I am humbled. That’s all!

F A I T H

"And without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him"