The Journey Of Samkelisiwe Nzama

had more power and I was braver than one could even imagine. I was also afraid of myself. I was afraid being Samkelisiwe Nzama. I had to ask myself that "before o ipotsa hore batho batla reng, ipotse hore bao thusa ka eng ". I had to stop telling my friends everything, cause my enemies would have not known so much about me.

because the words I say in life I are the words I say to myself. I could not use my creativity. My mind was a powerful thing because I have filled it with positivity. And at the end of the day my feet's where dirty, my hair was messy and my eyes was sparkling when I reached the destination of the journey.

I had to try not to let toxic energy bring me down.

I am sure I would find it funny if an ant came looking for my trouble, I would probably ignore it because compared to the little ant, I was a giant. That was the kind of mentality I had in this Journey.

Samkelisiwe Nzama was a giant through the word, conquering and defeating every situation that came her way. Glory to my journey.

I was told that everything I do was like a seed sown. if I had done a good deed, that would have been a good seed sown, that will surely produce a harvest.

They told me to imagine sowing seed faith everywhere I go, so that I can expect a bountiful harvest of faith.

CHAPTER 15

VOL.1

A bird sings the self-same song, With never a fault in its flow. That we listened to hear those long. Long years …. THE JOURNRY OF SAMKELISIWE NZAMA.

"Friends, I have lost the way 

The way lead on 

Is there another way?

The is one 

I must retrace the track 

It is lost and gone

Back, must I travel back!

None goes there, none.

Then I will make here my place,

[the road runs on],

Stand still and set my face 

[the road leaps on]

Stay here, for ever stay.

None stays here none.

I cannot find the way 

The way leads on.

Oh, place I have passed!

The journey done -THE JOURNEY OF SAMKELISIWE NZAMA

And that will come at last?

The road leads on "-EDWIN MUIR 

And you, my journey, there on the sad height curse, bless. I weep fierce tears while I pray. Do not go gentle into the goodnight. I need you to rage, rage, rage, rage against the dying light of my destination.

Now that am falling in the gloom inside the red fire paints of an empty room and a warmly roof, I dare not to suffer in the next journey.