In My Life (A Poem)

By Themba Mvula

Full of despair and hate

I rise through the fireworks

Why I am this way remains a mystery

For the Lord holds my destiny

With fate I play hardball for you

Watch the sun rise yet hope for darkness

For my true nature I hide from you

My childhood shaped a just man

Peer pressure produced an ignorant soul

From clay I came and to clay I will escape

You are reasoned in your castle I guess

Why such a powerful and treacherous mind

I aim to be the greatest at all cost

Oppose me and you shall perish indeed

Materialism has conquered my soul

Have it all or perish poor

Get rich or be at society’s mercy

I am your role model I declare

For behind those white robes you are greater than I

Oooooh! Save humanity

For it killeth its own seed

The devil is a liar I disagree

For the greedy seek his guidance til the end of time

Man has deceived himself yet again

Before the lord am ashamed

Deliver us from evil

Welcome to my journey

Book Review: Closer Yet by Jodi Woody

This is indeed a collection of wisdom from someone who has walked with God for over 40 years. Jodi complied this devotional with a mixture of articles, poems, prayers and relevant life questions.

There is a spirit of peace, love, faithfulness and trust in God around each devotional article. You will feel that you are walking closer to God, and your eyes will to open to see His heart.

This is a book one has to start the day with and end the day with. It is a book one runs to when faced with the turmoil of life.

This book blessed me and will surely bless many people who are seeking the heart of God.

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The Condemned (A Poem)

By Themba Mvula

A war within my flesh

Love and hatred I keep

Like salt and water I bring pain

For in heaven neither exist

The fallen shall rise again on victory

Only to fall again harder this time

Why throw the beast on our turf

When we are hopeless ourselves

Why punish us with temptation again

When we failed in the very first instance

With eyes those of an eagle

You search for the good within us

From vipers and serpents we hide

From truth and knowledge we learn nothing

Deeper into the dark abyss I hear gnashing of teeth

My fellow brethren keep calm

Make sure your sword is sharpened

For today our oppressors come forth

With everything we shall face them

Book Review: Business for Authors. How to Be an Author Entrepreneur by Joanna Penn

In this book you will find real advice with systems and processes to change an author into a business person. This is not a get rich quick tactic but she gave a facts, pros and cons for a person to make better and informed decisions.

She gave a lot of examples from her personal life and other authors as well to corroborate the facts. If you are writing as a hobby or driven by passion to write, this book will have you setup yourself into a business. It will also answer some of the questions that are not discussed in writing forums.

Throughout the book you will find that writing is not just an art but a business. I bought the audio book. I will have to listen it again and again because there are a lot of things to learn.

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Smuggled (A Poem)

By Themba Mvula

I was born a free man they told me

With rights as a human and a culture to preserve

In a foreign land I have escaped my captors

With no campus I try to outrun him

For in a foreign country everyone is after me

The law, immigration and my tormentors search for me

They put a price on my head high above the sky

Traded for a bag of coffee my life is overturned

Blindfolded they made me cross the sea unwillingly

A better life and social status is all I ever wanted

That quest ended in chains and beatings without mercy

They rob me of my past and heritage

And try to define and draw destiny for me

A land I despised so much I crave to return

Africa has lost another of her great sons

Human traffickers roam within her thin belly

For an ounce of gold men are taken for assets

The devil in a tuxedo promised me great fortune

I repent but the heavens are closed upon me

Until death I will search for my way home

Shooting Star (A Poem)

By Themba Mvula

I had a sling and a few stones

With it I achieved a great lot in my childhood

Inspired by King David it became my true companion

Dare you threaten the life of an African child

One born in the greatest of struggles and troubles

For these are a normal reality of my fellow country men

Promise me a job and a career but leave the above intact

For without them all direction and purpose is lost

But my youth has shown me more cruel realities

My fantasies are outmatched and dreams slowly fading

They had made me a master of the wine bottle

My sling is long forgeten and in no shape

My siblings laugh at my situation and failure

Enough is enough I will restructure my life and goals

I will search for my very old sling

This time I will put no stone in it but hope

And will throw it where the shooting star drops

Book Review: How Did I Get Here by Tony Hawk

This is not a bad book. It was written with a modern tone to target the younger generation. The book was well designed and the graphics convincing. Tony put a lot of effort to produce the book.

However it lacks in depth lessons for young entrepreneurs. The book proved that Tony may be a great entrepreneur but not a good at teaching and mentoring, or he got there by just luck. Hence the book is just a biography of his life with little things to apply to your business.

When I got the book I was excited with the design, layout and presentation but I got to the last chapter still wondering what I have really learnt.

Another issue that was hidden from the book is his personal life. You cannot write a biography and exclude your personal life from it. It is possible there are issues that were not in order in Tony’s life and had not dealt with them.

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Lost Ones (A Poem)

By Themba Mvula

She was the perfect rose I swear

A delight in my disgruntled garden

She gave me hope for a better future

And smiles and joy I flourished myself

Until the bus overturned on that cursed bridge

Never do I wish to visit the tragedy scene

For it drains all hope from me and keeps me weak

An imperfect soul the earth has lost

Loved for all its craziness and humble character

We all mourn but none feels how I feel

For this loss I take personal and with a grudge

My to be companion among the dead

I curse both death and birth all my life

One from the womb and the other from fate

For once God seems unfair to me and brethren

Never on earth will I find one like her

Still the Lord smiles and disapproves my emotion

For like Job I question the unquestionable

I have no idea how he operates and functions

So I am here to repent and be forgiven

For all the answers he holds in his hands

My beloved is gone and rendered me lonely

Book Review: His Banqueting Table by Bill Pyatt

This is a book on miracles happening to ordinary people in extra ordinary ways as they go about living their ordinary life. What makes this book stand out is the way the book was written. There are not superficial religious words or terminology. It looks like a biography of miracles happening in a family. The graphics and testimonies in the book are real and prove that the stories were not staged.

This book made me to believe that God works in mysterious ways. A chapter a day can help you believe that God can do it in your own life. The book makes you want to meet Bill in person and hear the story for yourself.

An amazing book indeed!

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The Traveler (A Poem)

By Themba Mvula

The faster he came the faster he went

Like life itself only seconds define it

I explore the atlas and no destination suits me

In my head I travel to and fro seeking peace

The caymans hide my stolen treasures

The swiss marvel at my investments

The authority and law wonder my whereabouts

No man is an island I tell myself again

Keep my enemies closer so I watch the intent

My family won’t help and I help none of them

I have enemies within my own boundaries

Blessed be the heavens and cursed our currencies

Poverty is the root of all evil I challenge

King Solomon must have looted himself indeed

For his wisdom rendered himself useless

A legacy God gave him to misuse

A dacaying man I am walking the earth

Peace be upon as I search for a hideout