Tag Archive | Death

TALES FROM THE GHETTOS..

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I stepped out of the rickety van that drove me to Watanga. After highlighting, I stood still as time flew past by me. I could hear the flaps of it’s wings as it flew by. Then I decided to move as I heard the van zoom off into the streets. I am a missionary to this part of humanity.
As I walked the streets, I felt the death and warmth of a stenchy atmosphere. The buildings we’re closely arranged in a way no car could enter in except for the major streets.
Trying to locate a room where I can stay for the duration of my work, when I heard screams from a nearby wall. Startled, I decided to brave in and have a sight, and as a missionary render help. But as I approached, I heard gunshots and a loud scream then a silence…
Wow! I stopped on my tracks and felt a great burden drop on my heart.. then MY LOVER whispered “beloved you have to be fast, A soul has just been lost”.
With sadness, grief and sheer heaviness. I turned to leave but was interrupted by the heavy puffs of marijuana projected towards me, which made me cough out dryly. There stood a young boy with a red eye, and a big brown wrapped up marijuana in his mouth staring at me. Oh! I saw the plea in his eyes, Joshua Warren, a 9 year old was in addiction.
My bags dropped, I couldn’t contain myself.
I began sobbing in front of this boy. Just as I was about to speak to the boy, I heard a feminine voice “sorra mista, pleash who you?”
A brown toothed mother to Joshua spoke up.
“I’m Joshua Tommy, I came in some few hours ago, I wanted a place to stay for some days”.
I spoke amidst the tears in my eyes. “Ok, how much you pay?” She queried, “$300.” I replied.
“Follow me”…..she barked at me.
As we walked along , we arrived at a place called THE CHURCH OF HELL. An artistic decoration on the title showed pastors in sensual affairs with little girls. I was perplexed. As we moved in, passing through a corridor, oh God! Girls of about 9,10,11,-18 years were offering themselves to clergies, etc for gruesome sex. I almost fainted on the sights.
What a world.
But I pictured a girl by the Corner of a room, all alone and Dejected, then I knew……….
I knew I had work to do, I knew, the whole body of Christ must rise up and save the lost.
“Hey! Mista, here’s your dunghole”.. Susa, Joshua Warrens mother yelled out. Startled, I cleared my throat and offered gratitude. She disappeared into the next room. “BELOVED, Go down and speak to that soul by the wall” the LOVER OF SOULS prompted.
Immediately, I rose up, picked up a blue Rose I hid in my bag, with my Bible, I headed straight down to meet the girl I saw sitting by the wall.
“Hey pretty, good afternoon” she jerked in fright and I saw pain oh! Horrible pain, dark pain, anguish, oh! I saw her lost in her own world, she was already feeling the heat of damnation, she was consumed by grief, despair, destitution, this girl was dying slowly, she was on her way to HELL.
Then the HOLYSPIRIT wept, I could feel him weep, one drop of tears dropped on my heart, and oh! I felt the pain, I felt the heat of the his Love, I felt his desperation. Amidst the tears THE LOVER OF SOULS SAID “This is the one I created in my own image, in my likeness, oh! Joshua tell her about me, I want to embrace her”
In His words I talked to her about Jesus, and in a giffy, the room was filled with similar looking girls , including Susa and Joshua. All were on thier faces in tears, As the HOLYSPIRIT took over.
As we finished, Joy sprang up in thier heart as they began to sing for Joy……
But I the missionary, my heart and mind, we’re weeping, why?….you may ask,
Not for Joy, but for pity FOR THE CHURCH.
THEN THE SPIRIT SAID,
(composed song)
©Joshua Tom
There is a people, a group by the wall
A girl, a boy, a woman with no hope at all
There’s a family bowed in pains
Oh bound by the devil’s chains.
There’s darkness in a neighborhood
Heavy tears, wails, screams and none to soothe
There’s a dying boy, lost in sin
Would you go and rescue the ones I Love?
# slavewiththebeautifulfeet .
Dear Reader . Rise up
Souls are dying,
Men are crying
Won’t you lead them to the cross,
Do not allow this song to stand against you on the LAST DAY
Joshua Tom©.

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Ray Ferrer- The Artist.

I started this blog over a year ago and as I said in my earlier post I deserted it for a long while and returned to it in September just last month.
 
So looking back on those who started following me I saw this great bloggers and I decided to see who they really are and get to know more of them.

They where few, and to my understanding before anyone  stop by to read any of your post, something must have caught their attention, and if that person decides to follow your blog they must have been intrigued by what they saw and believed in the individual behind the blog .

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Photo by Ray Ferrer

This evening I decided to see how I began and check out those who believed In me. Ray Ferrer of the Urbanwallart blog was one of the few ( When I say few I mean few ) Bloggers that believed in me at the start of this blog.

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Photo by Ray Ferrer
As i checked out the blog-  Urbanwallart i saw this great artist who traded his MBA for a canvas  and the beautiful work he did, and then i saw his progress medically and finally his death on the 20th of May this year after a struggle with Grade 4  Glioblastoma brain Cancer. Unfortunately I lost my Aunt on the 24th of  May this year to Cervical Cancer. Looking back now, i never met him personally or even  his online presence  and I regret this because I know he and his work would have been an inspiration to me. Ray Ferrer I thank you for believing in me. Even when I did not know you, the knowledge of your death made me hurt deep down within like i knew you, Your legacy lives on.

May your beautiful wife Rhian Ferrer and family be comforted.

Rest in Peace Ray Ferrer.

A TRIBUTE TO MY BIG MAMA

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Words can not describe the effect of your presence in my life. You were a mother, a friend and a confidant, a peace in turbulent waters, a solace in times of war, an insulator sheilding us children from the tides and waves of this roaring angry world.

Calm and quiet, you were when life hit you with great challenges. Harsh was the condition of this world that it never spared even you, dosing you with large shares of ts pain and finally taking you away without mercy. Oh! How wicked.

Days before my birthday i had a premonition that i was going to have the worst birthday ever. It was only when the devastating news of your departure was broken to me that i understood why.

God has better plans for you Big Mama, sleep on in the Bosom of the Lord, my Dearest Mama.

Adieu Ma