God loves us all

"I'll tell you the story of how a mortal man can be, this world is full of scumbags, it would have been a better place if men would stand forth and serve the Lord! If you would go to churches today, you'll find only a few men and the maximum number in the congregation are women and children... but when you want to find the maximum number of men just go to Bars and Taverns, you'll find them there!" he expresses. "The prophet Isaiah calls them heroes of the wine bottle; they are doomed, 'you are brave and fearless when it comes to mixing drinks'."

"Come on man don't torture yourself like that!" his face had transformed. He was so angry, tears were flowing down his cheeks. I could see his veins on his forehead.

"They were brave and fearless when they kidnapped her and threw her on that van, they did not fear anything, they chose to rape her and certify their sexual desires… They chose to strangle a teenage girl a thirteen year old! " he said all of this shaking. I held him tried to calm him but he wouldn't stop speaking.

"It feels like it happened just yesterday… I wish I never stopped to take a piss, she would be alive now! I failed her bro I failed her… please forgive me, I'm sorry." he wept on my shoulders when he stopped crying; he let go off me and took a walk. By then Lindy was crying.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"I need some fresh air… I need to breathe". He wiped out the tears from falling off his cheeks.

"Is he going to be alright?"

"He'll be fine, his just embarrassed that a women saw him cry and he's in tears!"

"Is he for real?"

"Yeah he is, he'll come around!"

"So have you guys tried to consult a Psychologist?"

"Yes after the accident we all did!"

"Ok, that's a relieve; its already late perhaps I should get going" she suggested.

"Yeah... it's getting late!" she got into her car; she tried to start the engine of her car! The engine stopped it could not work properly, she tried harder to start her car but it was no use! I opened the bonnet of the car to check what was wrong but I couldn't figure it out. I'm not a mechanic but I could solve a few car troubles as a man.

"This car has never given me any problems before." She said.

"It looks like it'll spend a night here at my place… it's so sad because Moos is not even around to help us push your car."

"So what should I do?" She asked.

"No don't worry you can sleep at Lungi's room!" I jested. She popped her eyes out. "Relax I'm just joking you can drive my car home."

"Are you sure? Cause I might take your car for a spin and screw with it, be careful of whom you borrow your car." She winked.

"Relax, just drive safely and ring me when you've arrived hey?"

I waved her goodbye. I had great time with her even though she's got a boyfriend. Got into my room as everyone had locked themselves in their rooms. I took my toiletries went inside and showered. I left drained, I was powerless. I did not do much, but instead I let the water hit my head. I had a long day today. Longer than my ordinary days, came out, went to my room. Check my phone. And two missed calls and it was my dream wife and still chances are there but either way, there might be some possibilities that can cease her to be my lady I decided to call her back. She answered fast. We talked through the phone and joked too, she is what I desire in a woman, funny, God fearing, decent, etc.

"Hey um… has your boyfriend called you yet,"

"What? Why?"

"To wish you a goodnight sleep,"

"No he hasn't called. I tried calling him, to wish him a good night sleep but he told me he was busy, he'll get back to me when his done; and he hasn't why do you ask?"

"I did not want to be there one switching off your lights because you have a man, and it wouldn't sound nice if I said goodnight after him!" I said.

"Argh… man don't be silly."

"Hey I enjoyed every minute I spent with you today it was a day well spent!" I said.

"Wow! I appreciate that!"

We talked and talked over the phone, sharing ideas, teasing each other, we had a long chat that even I was amazed by the response she gave me.

"Ok goodnight princess, sweet dreams." I said.

"Goodnight Joe."

The whole night I couldn't sleep, I kept on having visions. I kept on dreaming about my little sister, chasing her with Moos at a Corn Farm that dream kept on repeating itself. I went down the stairs to my scrap room to expand my nightmare. Didn't even know what the dream meant. I expanded my mind and went all out. I did 6(six drawings).

The first paintings or drawings were of Musa and Lungile, running about the farm having fun. It was a drawing of her in a white dress sitting on a swing under a Morula tree, facing up. I drew Lindy, did not finish the seventh one. I slept at my scrap room! And passed out forgotten that there was varsity that needed my attention.

My family was at the kitchen having breakfast and I was resting on my scrap room. I got up late my alarm did not wake me, my battery was flat my head was killing me it was paining like I had so much alcohol in my system. Yes so much to drink you never thought that I would know about alcohol or had experienced it. After the accident I gave myself into alcohol, I loved my little sister so much. I lost my focus on my school work. I let peer pressure took over and rule my life. I partied and came back home drunk, many would think that as I partied hard maybe I misused woman and became a womanizer, the truth is, I feared woman. When I looked at them I would see my little sister's shadow. I could see her in tears. Believe you me when I say alcohol will never solve problems, instead of reducing them, they became more, many people out there drink a lot of wine, trying to drug the mind not to think hard about the trials and tribulations but still it won't go away, when the mind gets sober, you find your problems as they are.

Wasting money is another problem, it's another stress, another problem, what I've learnt was to move on with myself get my life in order, and aim for the best in life.

Holding a grudge, Is what slows us down, I hated the people who abused my little sister, they did what they did, they are pleased where ever they are, they are getting on with their lives whilst I sit miserable on bars and taverns. I almost lost my passion, my talent, my gift of painting. I almost threw it out of the window with the bottles I drank.

Alcohol is good for having fun at parties just to refresh and cool down, Alcohol should not be drank every day because your body will be addicted to it, your body will get in a habit of being fed by alcohol every now and then. My father never gave up on me, as his father gave up on him.

Life is worth a living for, God created man in his image in his form. Jesus the son leads us straight to the father, the only way to him alone is to be baptized and accept him as Lord and savior.

When my little sister was killed brutally, I was only twenty and was saved by the grace and i was born again. I thank the pastor who showed me the right path of life! Life is more precious than getting drunk. God loves us all.