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Jesu Idombo (Jesus is the mighty Rock)

August 03, 2015

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MAN JUNGLE LIFE

Down in the jungle, in the untapped forests of our beloved country, where birds join to produce a great symphony, I sat one day to listen, and understand. I was back at my place of meditation, a place where I can search for my soul and find rest. A place where I will be so far away from the crazy life of the city which is full of noise, hullabaloo and contaminated air. Here in the woods it’s serene, and there is a fresh supply of oxygen, for the abundance of indigenous tree is a marvel to watch. No wonder it is said trees are life, please do not cut, if you do make sure you plant also. I seat down under a big acacia tree, and take my reading book but before I read I just close my eyes and enjoy the silence and the symphony from the birds. I am in the world of my own, until I am interrupted by an unorganised sound, it has been there all the while but my mind wasn’t concerned about it. It’s becoming louder, then I realise it is the acacia tree dispersing its seed...

$1 KUENDA R5 KUDZOKA

$1 KUENDA R5 KUDZOKA So today as I'm getting used to I had already booked my ticket for a seat at the magnificent HOT SEAT (pakadoma) in one of the Kombis at 4th bus terminus. My destination is one of the affluent, quiet and neat lawns lane space in the Northen part of Harare. Not Borrowdale per say but an area or is it a Road which runs parallel the CHANCELLOR AVENUE/BORROWDALE ROAD. AFTER my 'ride' was full we had to redeem our tickets or rather pay the tokens and i politely parted with my golden centered R5 as I was already trying to comfortably relax on my seat as I leaned forward since the guy I was leaning on seemed to overpower me. THE reason I'm on this ride FACEBOOK is for now I couldn't manage the $1 you know...but the rest to my assumption the other 18 could happily do. But I was to be proven wrong. Amongst my fellow passenger was a middle-aged man who politely paid R5 whilst seating on the paded seats and the conductor thought ...

Criticism: Plotless conversation

A hush fell upon the auditorium. Everybody just stopped praying, the hum of of the troublesome public address system just ceased. Children, all the whinning, fidgieting, whispers just hushed. It was a rich sacred silence. Like a trickling stream, from up the balcony, came a sharp voice, loud and clear as everyone else was attentive. Ï tried my best to make sense of the words, but then in the effort, i could not, because it was tongues. They went on for about a minute an then stopped. I pressed my eyes hard no wanting to open them. Then a few seconds later, came the interpretation, and there was an uproar. A surge of power fanned through the building, and everybody upon the summon of a Holy inuition, started prayer, praise, -oh, it was glorious, heavenly. Such saturation, annointing, teary eyes, screams, hollering, magnificent. After the service I jined with my friends as we headed to our usual dining place. We had had a sumptuous spiritual meal, we wanted to r...

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Jesu Idombo (Jesus is the mighty Rock)

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