Thoughts and Other Things

These past few days I have not been liking this whole ‘living at home’ business, so to calm me down, I counted my blessings (plus went on a killer shopping-spree). One of the things I’m very grateful for in the time spent back home is the growth in my relationship with my dad. I’m so blessed to be growing up with a father, and one who is so present and active in my daily life. Going to college, our relationship was sinking faster than the Titanic since we couldn’t see eye-to-eye pertaining what I should be studying. But God has restored and revived it since my return, but it didn’t come easy, it took a lot of forgiving. One thing he and me have in common is our talkativeness. Boy do we talk, and about so many things; politics, religion, technology, education, you name it. But one which has a secret place in my heart is his advices on marriage and choosing a life partner. Well at first he announced that none of his girls were going to marry, and for a month he actually made us believe

Been busy going over our kids camp photos, and every time I saw myself in a picture, I laughed. I am not your conventional pastor. I’m in shorts and takkies, or an overall in the majority of the pictures. You’d never know what I did for a living when you saw me playing netball with the teen girls, or chasing after kids with water balloons. But that’s me. My high school teachers told me I was crazy to waste my brains studying theology when I could literally study in any field I wanted to. Some thought I was wasting my talents seeing that I was good at sports, public speaking, singing and writing, to name a few. I smile to myself from time to time when I find that within following God’s call, none of my talents have gone to waste. I sing my lungs out at church when I lead worship; I public speak almost every day preaching the gospel; I play sports with our youth from time to time; I design wedding invites and event programmes; I write and direct dramas; I write poetry, blogs an

It is so easy to get caught up in the ‘rush of life’ as you grow up. Currently, my faith task is to buy a car. And after looking at different places for almost two weeks, my dad and I found a Hundai i10 which had the world’s cheapest monthly instalment for a brand you car. So we went ahead and filled all forms and presented all necessary documents. In the end, they approved, but the instalment amount was different, much higher than first stated. And you can imagine what they wanted to charge me for insurance considering that I recently received my licence. So we sat there with my dad, calculating how much everything would cost, how much would be left over for the month if we signed the deal. Then we did what we always do when we both don’t know what to do, we called mom. She was in the middle of a meeting so she gave a rush answer, yes. Quick tip: if you want anything from my mother, call her when she’s in a meeting. My dad and I weren’t happy with the answer she gave us. Then he

Hello there! :) I've been so busy and too lazy to write lately, reading instead. I've been working on my own novel for almost a year now and from time to time I loose inspiration, like right now. So I thought I'd share an extract from it and hear what you think. Feel free to share your thoughts. {Be warned, it's lengthy, you can take a seat :)} IT WAS A cold windy night and he just couldn’t get her off his mind, she just wouldn’t leave. They had spent the day together, organizing something at church. They ran around town, shopping and being silly. Then they cooked and baked together. It was a mess. Not the food that is (the kitchen was Mpilo’s playground), but the whole experience. It messed everything up. It aroused all those emotions and brought back all the memories. And now he couldn’t sleep. He counted sheep and winked his last at 01:45. He had dream after dream, her characterizing each of them. In the first they were happily back together again, in the second