The Coin Collector

The trail of the ‘unfortunate Three’

This is a tail about three young people, by the names of Jessica, Collins and Nomsa. This Story speaks about three characters that have been through difficult ordeals in their lives. From whose life’s, we will learn life values as well as the importance of mercy and grace in a time in the world where we rarely see. As well as look into biblical concepts of what is a new start and how does it look like.

It all been an in a small town of Thohoyandou, were three young students by the names of Nomsa, Jessica and Collins, whom surprisingly attended the same primary school together. In the beginning of the school year 2016 there were big government people who made the lectures and principle quiver in their boats, it was unnatural for them to do so which got everyone’s hairs up.  It was later explained to the students that the government people who were roaming the hall ways of campus where actually from the Department of Education. Tshedza Secondary School was under review to test its performance and how to better or help the students as well as to achieve their best performances. The sad truth was that although most of the students had great potential many of them come from tough backgrounds and family life at home was not as simple for them. Their home responsibility impacted their end results even though it was not from lack of trying. Over time The Department of Education assigned a local school counsellor to set up a test that would test the chances of a student’s likeliness to succeed in the future. So it was done.

Nomsa, Jessica and Collins were one of the students who wrote the assessment test. They got to discovery what matters most to them, where they see themselves in the future. These three students had great aspiration for their future. Nomsa, a brilliant student who scored top in her class, aspired to be an attorney to serve justice to those affected by criminal injustice. Jessica had a passion for art just like her assessment pointed it out. She loved singing with all her heart and soul. She loved literally anything to do with fashion and clothes and her long-time dream was to be a singer/actor/entertainer. Collins, a shy kid who prefers to spend a majority of his time in front of a good book or in his imagination. He secretly dreams of being a great writer, who will be in New York’s bestseller list.

Two years later had passed, and it was as if the Department of Education had never visited the humble school, Tshedza Secondary School. School facilities were improved and the school was left better off after the departments visit. Better yet a spark was lit under many of the young students whom only began to discover their life’s purpose. In the quiet, the embers of light still flicked in some students, three in particular by the names of Nomsa, Jessica and Collins. At this time they were in there final year.

Nomsa, still brilliant as ever was scoring the top of her class, doing well in class. In that year everything seemed to be going perfect. But home was a different problem: she was not as wealthy as many of her classmates, every day she would have to cook for her little nephews as well as do her own work. Her mother was a single mom and worked two jobs, just enough to pay the bills and take care of her children, she would often say to the kids “you are my purpose for being” with a big fat smile on her face.

Nomsa later that year manged to pass her matric very well and also got two distinctions, her mom just like many other moms was filled with joy. The following year letters came flooding in and it was from the different institutions that had accepted her to study law. She was happy and it seemed like the whole world was up for grabs. As they say “good news is seldom-ly followed by a cloud of bad news.” Her mom lost her second job and could not afford to pay for her university fees. As much as it pained her mom, she asked Nomsa if she could stay the year till everything was better. Her walls were crashed at that moment but she knew that her mom needed her. She held her chin up and wiped her tears off her cheeks. This seemed like the end for our little Nomsa.

Now Jessica our young art lover, on her matric year she had many hurdles she had to overcome. By this time she was a musician in her own right, even though she was still learning the game. She would save some of her allowance money and at times find ways to raise money in order to have enough to pay the studio to record some of the original songs she would write. Jessica was all about following her love for singing and anything linked to the entertainment industry. She would often say that “music is her plan A and there is no need for a plan B.” In her matric year just after writing finals, one decision she came to regret changed her life.

She was pregnant! On the news of that, there was a dismayed and heartbreak knowing the reality of her situation she would soon have to give up her love for music. She was now a young women without a plan. Luckily for her what played on her side was that she did well in her matric and with the support from her loving yet not totally understanding parents, the future was not lost for her. The future was no longer as certain as it was in the past, now it was just full of many twist and turns with no clear destination.

Collins being Collins, it seemed that the stars had already stacked the deck towards his favour. Although he was not the most vocal in the class or the best looking, he had a beautiful mind that would change the world one day in the future. Collins managed to do well for his matric and completed his university studies in journals and from there his future was bright as ever. Collins through the years of writing finally found out that what he needed most was what he lacked. He did not have confidence in his own work. He once attempted in writing a book that sat in his apartment on his bedroom drawer. No one has ever laid eyes on that book. Collins was what we call a closet writer. A young man full of unlimited potential kept hiding.

A decade had passed and all the school had was having a ten year reunion for the class of 1998. Many students had come from all around the country and a few who where working oversees. They all come to the small town in Venda named Thohoyandou, which was the home for many of the former students. This was a time to come together and celebrate their accomplishments, and others to show of their success.  It came about that Nomsa, Collins and Jessica were all present at the Thsedza school reunion.

There were old high school clicks setting together and the first person their eyes zoomed too was to Jessica. She was known by most of the classes, the girl most likely to succeed because of her pregnancy in her final year. She was stunning and had on the white glamorous dress which was glittered when light caught its reflection. It was rumored by some that she was married to a rich man, but that wasn’t just it. Jessica’s story continued after that metric year.

She was at the bottom of a hole with no sight of a better future. She now had new responsibilities, with her pregnancy she was no longer as naive as she use to be, she could not fully follow the plan she had set for herself. Many of her music promised record signings disappeared when they had heard that she was pregnant. Jessica did not let that one set back keep her down, through her family support she managed to study a degree in sound engineering. During her studies as a hobby she released singles online all the while juggling being a single mother. She eventually got a noticed by Matevhu & Chila Records and was signed by them. They were the biggest music production company at the time. Jessica went on to make a name for herself in music and nothing could stop the dream and heart she had for music.

Nomsa was there on that day she had had a smile which brightened up the room. She was sitting in a corner having a conversation with her old friends from class. She told her story to her friends, she never had the best of circumstances like the rest of her classmates, at such a young age she had to take care of her cousins. She acted like a mom figure way before her time. Nomsa’s mom had lost one of her two jobs during her matric year and this meant that Nomsa would not be able to attend university that following year, despite her great marks. The following year after her matric year she would stay at home taking care of her cousins, but for Nomsa she had not lost faith, she would constantly apply for bursaries and learner-ships at different companies so that she would be able to go study criminal law at the University of her choice. Though many of her class mates have moved on, and also surpassed her she remained strong and kept on fighting for her own future. Nomsa would often say to herself more times than not, in moments where hope seemed bleak “Greater is He that is in me than he that isin the world.”

Nomsa managed to get the bursary that she was hoping for. Over time she became the successful lawyer she dreamed she would be. She was married and had two wonderful children who were the apples of her eyes. She was the happiest human being in that class reunion she would tell her friends. It’s the difficult times that shaped her to the women she is today, she said with a smile on her face.

Collins too was there at the reunion sitting in the corner of the room. He was not as shy as he used to be. He was a journalist for South African News Bulletin. He was accomplished as a writer. But because he never polished his writing skills in poetry, storytelling as well as writing fan fiction. So Collins dream never came to fruition, he only reached half of his purpose. Still a men living in his own mind, full of imagining and wonders. Collins had forgot the dream that he once closely held close to him.  For some reason Collins was not living a fulfilling life. He managed to do well for himself. He was rich and had all the things money could buy him. There would always be that one thing that would never be able to point out that kept him wondering.

The story of the unfortunate three turned our well in the end. Fate was not on their side but through dedication and hard work they curved out a path for themselves. Even though not all achieved all that they intended too from the start. They came a long way in the journey they were walking. Life is never fair, but what you make of it is what matters. Dreams that we thought had died where revised, adverse circumstances that would have hindered many where conquered. These three stayed true to who they were and to the values that they had. In times when the world swallowed them and spit them out, they came to see grace and mercy in their life that purled them to their destiny.

The Walking Dead-video

this is a short clip of where i came from and i hope many of you can relate with this poem.

 

Themba And The Two Bartender

There lived a guy named Themba, he was tall and handsome with a nice trimmed cut with burned sides. He lived in the city of Gauteng Johannesburg, Themba at that point was going through a rough path in his life. His wife left and divorced him. Themba would go far deep into the City of Johannesburg to a bar named The Cocktail Lounge. It was the best bar in the city with star recommendations. It had the best music that echoed as it hit the walls, there were beautiful ladies serving on a trey that would take his mind off his sorrows. At what Themba loved most about it was the bartender, he would make drinks that would set him free from worry, stress, anxiety and the pain he felt.

There was another bar that was just around the corner in which Themba would pass every time he would make his way to The Cocktail Lounge. This bar was not the most glamorous bar in the block and there was a rumour that they only served some kind of water there. The bar was called Hill Tops. It only had a few people, most of the costumers left to go to the fancier bar that most people would say was a paradise.

Themba developed a curiosity about the bar, but he was happy at The Cocktail Lounge. Even though he was hurting the rest of the day except for the time he was at this Cocktail Lounge for the two hours of paradise. Whilst at the bar Themba would do what he always enjoyed doing which was talking to the bartender, he became something like Themba’s priest, while he was indulging himself in drinking. The bartenders name was Seth Damion. Oh he had a clever tongue whatever words he said, would sound like the truth. He knew how to make people feel good about themselves. He would give his customers advice that seemed to be the cure for all their life’s problem, but was actually a match that would light a spark to them.

One fateful day, as Themba was walking down the road to the place he rest his mind. To lay in sins bed for the next hour. He felt the other bar calling him, this time it was not like the other time, it was like he heard a quite whisper in his ear saying ‘come’. Themba decided that maybe it’s time for a change of scenery for a while, so he made his way to Hill Tops. The place was like nothing he imagined, it seemed to be a regular bar on the outside. So Themba took a sit at the bar. At this point Themba started a conversation with the bartender as it was his routine of doing at this point, Themba read the name Jes on the bartenders name tag. The bartender tried to correct him but was shut down, Themba just wanted to get his worries off his chest with a drink of Hunters Dry or something strong like Vodka.

Themba asked for a drink Hunters to get his night started, the bartender said ‘sorry we don’t serve that here’. Themba then asked for a drink of Gin iced, the bartender also did not serve that too. The bar men then told him the only drink they served at this bar was water. Themba chuckled and said ‘really the rumours are true’ with a look of disbelieve on his face, he asked himself what kind of bar is this that does not serve alcohol, he then finally said with a higher pitch what do you serve then’, he was frustrated at this point and needed a drink to soak all his sorrows and worries. Jes told him that they only sold water not just any water, a special type of water that could only be found here witch was actually shipped from a foreign country.

Themba took the drink and had a sip of it, its texture was like water, but the taste was not like everyday water, it had a sweet taste to it and it had a small punch to it. It was unlike anything he ever had. Themba started talking to the bar man and said things he never had said to others and during this time he realised things that he was at fault for and finally took responsibility for it, Jes was there as a ear to listen and guide him. As Themba continued talking he drank more and more water. And he realised the more he drank the happier he would become. He asked the bar man what kind of water was this and the bar man answered, ‘Its living water’. He then further went on to say ‘My name is not Jes, but Jesus the uniform is getting old and I need to get that fixed, are you enjoying your drink.’

Themba was shocked and amazed he knew that there was something different to this bartender, he knew this was true deep inside his soul. His mind was blown wide open, he asked Jesus what is the reason for this encounter and he said ‘I am here for you, I am here so that you can have life, and have it to the fullest. I love you and want to set you free from the hole you are in, I’ve been called from the start and today you heard me. Take my living water and let me in so I can help you’. Themba was happy to surrender his life to the bartender, he knew there is nothing that can go wrong with him by his side.

From that day Themba was happier in life, and full of joy. He stopped drinking and changed his life for the better. Hill Tops bar mysteriously disappeared after that day. Themba thought maybe he was drunk that day and he was seeing things, but that day illusion or not his life was changed forever. Themba felt like he was reborn, a new person. He searched for the place where he could get some of that drink of water he had had in the bar, He found a church although the water did not come in the same shape, he still knew and felt, a gentle touch of that bartenders presence in the church. He finally was set let free from the prison he was in and brought in to the light, a better life of purpose and never ending joy like a fairy tale with a Happily Ever After.

 

The End.

 

Kindness S

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we all have seasons where we face had times and we tend to down in emotions of anger, regret, loneliness. At this time we would make bad decision in attempt to comfort ourselves. Like drinking or any substance and there are those who would even scar themselves. Well i’m here to tell you today that its not over. You don’t have to go through the worst on your own, you may think nobody person understand you, but there is one who knows you inside out, he wants to be with you in this times, where you are pushing everyone away. He want to listen to all the things you want to say. He has not come t o condemn you (John 3:17), but to give you  life and life in abundance (John 10:10). He want you to come lay your burdens on him, so he can give rest to your soul and remove all the weight that on your chest (Matt 11:27-28). Don’t give up God got you, just call on him and he will be there.

John 3:17 (condemnation)

¹⁷ For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through Him might be saved.

^{John 10:10 (abundant life)}

¹⁰ The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly.

Matthew 11:28-29 ( Rest & peace of mind)

 ²⁸ Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. ²⁹ Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am^[f]gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. ³⁰ For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.”

Reflection

I am brunette

I am beautiful yet gorgeous.

And I am always on point.

 

Tall long legs,

Blue eyes.

Slim waist

Evenly toned skin.

 

Every day I face the mirror

It’s reflects truth of

How I look?

It tells me what works,

And what doesn’t

 

Its opinion is non bias.

10 min in day.

It judges my look.

And hands me the final vote.

 

When I leave Mirrors reflection

I am own my own.

Unable to view self (me).

I reflect back on what mirror showed me earlier.

 

I don’t forget my image,

I took a snap shot and

Stored into my memory.

Memories remind me of my beauty.

 

Mirror reveals.

Mirror tells truth.

Except the hearts reflection.

And how fare the heart?

 

Kindness S

 

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Been thinking on What James said in James 1:24-26. We as people use mirrors every single day from brushing our teeth to calming our hair and for the ladies who use the mirror to do makeup. After all is done with we leave the mirror knowing that we look okay. You definitely won’t forget how you look. Like the way we look at ourselves in the morning we should look at it like the Bible, not just seeing it or browsing through it but be doers of what it says.

²² Do not merely listen to the word, and so deceive yourselves. Do what it says. ²³ Anyone who listens to the word but does not do what it says is like someone who looks at his face in a mirror ²⁴ and, after looking at himself, goes away and immediately forgets what he looks like. ²⁵ But whoever looks intently into the perfect law that gives freedom, and continues in it—not forgetting what they have heard, but doing it—they will be blessed in what they do.

I love women and the role the play in society. I love the strength and the unconditional love they have to overcome trials and obstacles, which I have seen from my own mom and the friends I have around me. Like people MJ, Dineo, Matevhu, Tshili and others. Women should be appreciated and valued more. I appreciate you guys, lots of love.

 

My Great Wall

I have walls up, down

To my left and right

All around me.

 

I have learned to become an architect.

In my past, I’ve been wracked.

People had come to my little village.

The came and left a mess.

 

Before I had no walls.

Now I have built one.

Its range goes as far as you sight can see

Its walls are as tall as the sky.

 

Before people they would come and go.

Now no one can enter my village.

My land has been empty of visitors

For years.

 

I have put up walls

Because you broke my heart.

Because not just once but twice.

Not only you but others too.

People entered my little village

And destroyed it.

 

My heart was the village.

The walls built to protect my village.

The bricks I used to build, were made up of…

Attitude, Distrust

Disappointment, Hurt

Prejudice, Pain

And Ignorance

 

The great wall now surround me.

The wall made my love grow cold.

The village lights no longer shine.

My heart has become darkened.

 

A brilliant architect I was.

I build a wall around my heart

To protect my heart from hurt and pain.

The wall that I build became my destroyer.

No longer can I feel, love, trust, or live.

 

People are not all bad.

I will build a new wall.

Built from all that good,

LOVE, JOY HAPPINESS, TRUST & UNDERSTANDING

 

My wall will be strong and immovable.

It will guard my heart and soul.

From the invaders.

From my enemies.

From those who mean my village harm.

 

 

Kindness S

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I’ve been hurt many times in my life, and what hurts us the most is the people closed to us. We have learned to put up walls around ourselves to make it hurt less and over time, we have become dull to the pain. Heartbreak is the worst when the ones we love leave or reject us. We should not close ourselves to people. People will never be perfect, they will always make mistakes like we do. Guard your heart but in the process don’t cut of people from our lives. Let’s forgive one another. I want to share this scriptures that will help us both get back on the right path.

 

Guarding your heart

 

Proverbs 4:23

Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it.

 

Let him in your heart (Jesus words to us).

 

John 10:10

The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy, I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.

 

He will guide us.

 

John 16:13

But when he, the Spirit of truth, comes, he will guide you into all the truth. He will not speak on his own, he will speak only what he hears, and he will tell you what is yet to come.

 

Love others

Matthew 22:37-39

Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. This is the first and great commandment. And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.