A friendy of mine who happens to be a wife Reverent invited me to the of thier church (ibandla) in Gugulethu NY 121 last sunday. I decided to invite my girlfriend to accompanied me to the service as i did not know anyone accept the umfundisi's wife.
The word of GOD (ilizwi) (We nothing without the grace of God..We should be gratefull because he died for our sins he left us with his holy spirit) I mean are working, we have shelters to sleep, we are driving flash cars, wearing name brands, we don't go to bad with hungry stomach unlike other people.
Its a small church with unfinished windows, floor and not covered up on the wall and roof. I would not blame you, if it was used by gangsters. When entered the church, i said to myself wow! I going to catch a flue. If there will be any substance and content of the service. However to my surprise the preaching of Rev, singing the spirit and the word of GOD was out of this world.
I was impress with young people who packed the church to its capacity and fully participating in singing, prayer service and collection (umnikelo). The reason i write about this experince, i was simple touch with the quality of the service and the spirit among the members of the church members.
It was a learning experience for me, I mean we turn to undermine the so called small churches with no fancy building and respect the well funded or build churches. And yet their dissappoint when it comes to the core of the church in the life of people and community at large.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Every day is a good day.
Every day is good day
I believe that every day is a good day. Sometimes not-so-good things do happen but the fact remains that every day can be a good day. How so?
Take for instance my day today. I woke up bright and early at the crack of dawn to get ready to drive for 30km with my son as he is going to crèche and meet a school associates. As I was dragging myself out of bed after letting the alarm ring for a good 15 minutes, I received a slap in the face from my two years old son. He was saying to me (Vuka tata it means woke up dad) and moved my blankets till, I jump out of the bed. The irony, I cannot tell you how he knew that day, he was going to the crèche.
So what’s so good about that? I got up and spent an hour getting him to dress for the big day. He had a healthy breakfast and chatted with Mum – all of which he normally don’t do because I always left him fast asleep. Then he met with his peers for the first time to play with and learns to communicate with in English as he speaks Xhosa at home. It turned out that he was eager to inter act with them and it was long overdue, he had speak and play with them. To cut a long story sort, my son amaze me with everything that day, his mother, grandmother, teachers from crèche and his peers.
So the morale of a long story is ‘every day can be a good day’. I was inconvenienced that every day is a good day, unless I allowed myself to be not a good day. I had fun writing this 18th blog for media studies.
Every day can be a good day when we choose our attitude and response to the people and events that feature in the day!
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Why friends and comrades can't understand?
Since I have enrolled for this course this year. I have been very hectic both work and my studies as the result of being always occupied with studies friends and my comrades have been complaining about my visibility in our hot spot. I have been accused of sidelining and chill not chill with them at Cubana, Mzoli, sitting in and ZAR etc.
When i decided to study i never hide to them, i made it clear to them that this will be dedicated to my studies. As if that was not enough comrades came very hard accussing me of being a sell out and not loyalt to the party, as i was not campaigning for the ANC during the Local Government elections in my constituency.
They even told me that the access, i got at CPUT was because of the ANC i deserted. I told them, they can say, what ever they want to say about me,i'm not going to stop my studies for the sake of the party that does not pay for my studies. However i can only work for the party, when i'm done with my studies. I have stop most of my activities, i have been involved in, so that i can devote my time to my studies.
I mean my soccer team, never bothered during the week about training session and over the weekends for soccer matches as the they aware my schedule. The question I have been asking myself, why the this so calls comrades and friends can't understand that, i'm busy with studies and respect my decision to further my studies. But i have told myself that, i will not be shaken by ignorant people whom does not know what to with in life.
When i decided to study i never hide to them, i made it clear to them that this will be dedicated to my studies. As if that was not enough comrades came very hard accussing me of being a sell out and not loyalt to the party, as i was not campaigning for the ANC during the Local Government elections in my constituency.
They even told me that the access, i got at CPUT was because of the ANC i deserted. I told them, they can say, what ever they want to say about me,i'm not going to stop my studies for the sake of the party that does not pay for my studies. However i can only work for the party, when i'm done with my studies. I have stop most of my activities, i have been involved in, so that i can devote my time to my studies.
I mean my soccer team, never bothered during the week about training session and over the weekends for soccer matches as the they aware my schedule. The question I have been asking myself, why the this so calls comrades and friends can't understand that, i'm busy with studies and respect my decision to further my studies. But i have told myself that, i will not be shaken by ignorant people whom does not know what to with in life.
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