The Journey Of Samkelisiwe Nzama

When I recall properly, I mean I know what I saw! The lady in black with the bushy hair, looked like the daughter of one of the ladies I saw at school. Her legs seemed exactly like the ones of the lady I fought with in my dreams. I remember I kicked the lady in between her legs and that daughter and the lady in black had similar legs. I swear to God the legs looked very similar.

Be careful who prayers for you! Be careful of people who you surround yourself with! Your enemies are just around you, in front of you. They hug, laugh and cry with you every day. Don't point far they are next to you. Never trust anyone! Believe but don't trust. What am saying is your enemies are people you known by name and surname. I am Samkelisiwe Nzama and am talking from experience. Be careful. Never trust! See there was no need for me too fear, I had the name of the lord, and I used it boldly and in authority to silence every voice of fear and cause changes all around me.

[Amadlozi are giving you an option on whether you go under the water ukuyothwasa or you become a prophet?!Unedlozi.] The Journey of Samkelisiwe Nzama. I had a friend, as other teenagers would. I mean I was only seventeen years old. We were so close, well we fought like all other friends did. But ours was very strange.

I remember during the month of June; I remember that month very much. It was the time when the school have issued us our matric jerseys. We were so happy after long months of waiting. I remember I got mine on a Monday and she "the friend, the companion" got hers on Tuesday. Well, it didn't matter at all. We were happy!

That Friday afternoon we went to her house back together because we had class at a nearby school were, she lived. Her parents were there both mom and dad. We went into the house and I greeted and obviously went to her bedroom. Allow me to say academically we were not equally both our parents knew that. But because she was my "companion" I didn’t think that it mattered at all. But it did to her family Big Time! Allow me to say they took it to heart than we expected.

Saturday morning, we woke up and went to school, and we both left our matric jersey behind. I mean there were new and we didn't want to make them dirty for the morning, following week. So, we packed and left them in the wardrobe then we left for school. When we came back only my jersey was washed. I mean my jersey was literally wet. Last time I remember we packed them because they were clean both of them but when we came back only mine was washed. I saw It hanging in the washing line. I asked my friend I think your mom washed your jersey for you. She told me that 'I hope she did because mine was kind of dirty but not that much' we walked in.

After a few hours I went to the bedroom to get my jersey as It was getting a bit cold. The mother actually took my jersey and washed it while we were at school but left her daughters. It was very strange but I was a child I didn't take it too much into consideration. I thought maybe she'll wash the daughters the next day. Monday morning, she then gave me back my jersey ironed and nicely folded.