tall bloke without glasses is mi papa
Sunday, May 22, 2005
A MANS LEGACY
DAD
thirteen months on after his death
am still wondering and figuring out how
I would best descibe the old man.
apart from being that fantstic bloke
who was obssesed with education.
he preached the tony blair words of education, education, education as the key to our lives and independence as children with an african background.
he grew in the error were independence for africa and the likes of martin luther were the house hold names, to them young black intelectuals in universities , young govermnents and colleges were they were literally God chosen to be apart of the Matriculation
he was a born writer with the sheakspear standard of engilsh in the macbeth
hes handwriting was italic very neat and clear
he always wrote out daily plans , payments
his own commentary on the news of the particular day
he almost started his days by listening to these programmes
he was not concerned about the weather
he had a collection of books and various versions of the bible including the latin
but for some reason I tended to believe I knew more about God than he did.
then i spent some time aquainting myself to the word
i realised that what appeared to be his nornmal spoken vocabulary and wisdom was actually a collection of various parts of the bible.
amazingly i now reflect and realise that his got a massive legacy of which am a part.
he was the first educated guy from his village and now we are all THERE and yet he spent all his life and time hovering his brothers and cousins and their children to schools and colleges and universities almost tagging their legs to the books and wooden stools!!
I wondered why he was so adamant about travelling and being in the know how,.he always surrounded himself by people and he taught 24 hours 7 days a week.
A minster, a diplomat, a member of parliament and most off all ,the guy who loved to know what the ordinary man was thinking and upto and i think he felt so at home with just the guy on the street
i was always buffled at how this man who reads and reads and reads endlesslely found peace with those who were not as knowledgeable as him.
then iam slowly learning that what I have learnt I have to do my best to share with humanity.
"when things are not going your way listen to that caring voice inside saying i told you for its only then youll know which was the spirit of God,and follow it for your future"
peter chanda
aka pc
thanks daddy
keep on watching..........
thirteen months on after his death
am still wondering and figuring out how
I would best descibe the old man.
apart from being that fantstic bloke
who was obssesed with education.
he preached the tony blair words of education, education, education as the key to our lives and independence as children with an african background.
he grew in the error were independence for africa and the likes of martin luther were the house hold names, to them young black intelectuals in universities , young govermnents and colleges were they were literally God chosen to be apart of the Matriculation
he was a born writer with the sheakspear standard of engilsh in the macbeth
hes handwriting was italic very neat and clear
he always wrote out daily plans , payments
his own commentary on the news of the particular day
he almost started his days by listening to these programmes
he was not concerned about the weather
he had a collection of books and various versions of the bible including the latin
but for some reason I tended to believe I knew more about God than he did.
then i spent some time aquainting myself to the word
i realised that what appeared to be his nornmal spoken vocabulary and wisdom was actually a collection of various parts of the bible.
amazingly i now reflect and realise that his got a massive legacy of which am a part.
he was the first educated guy from his village and now we are all THERE and yet he spent all his life and time hovering his brothers and cousins and their children to schools and colleges and universities almost tagging their legs to the books and wooden stools!!
I wondered why he was so adamant about travelling and being in the know how,.he always surrounded himself by people and he taught 24 hours 7 days a week.
A minster, a diplomat, a member of parliament and most off all ,the guy who loved to know what the ordinary man was thinking and upto and i think he felt so at home with just the guy on the street
i was always buffled at how this man who reads and reads and reads endlesslely found peace with those who were not as knowledgeable as him.
then iam slowly learning that what I have learnt I have to do my best to share with humanity.
"when things are not going your way listen to that caring voice inside saying i told you for its only then youll know which was the spirit of God,and follow it for your future"
peter chanda
aka pc
thanks daddy
keep on watching..........
Saturday, May 21, 2005
WORDS OF WISDOM
Another week is ending and its time to thank God for everything and this time a prayer to our enemies
As we walk about the earth usually minding our business and striving to get to that vision which our loving God has promised us
they are those who may not know who we really are and judge us wrongly and many times so so wrong.
they are those who trully hate our guts
and they say:
1. we are full of it.
2. we think we know it all
3. we think we are perfect.
4. we think we are blessed and yet not
4. we dont deserve what we have
5. we have trully hurt them
6. we are artificial and wont see our true counternance
it is these that we should sit and have time to pray for, for
because of them we say
"Blessed by the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. For as the sufferings of Christ abound in us, so our consolation also abounds"
Lord Jesus Christ, Who didst command us to love our enemies, and those who defame and injure us, and to pray for them and forgive them; Who Thyself didst pray for Thine enemies, who crucified thee: grant us, we pray, the spirit of Christian reconciliation and meekness.
LOOSEN UP HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND
As we walk about the earth usually minding our business and striving to get to that vision which our loving God has promised us
they are those who may not know who we really are and judge us wrongly and many times so so wrong.
they are those who trully hate our guts
and they say:
1. we are full of it.
2. we think we know it all
3. we think we are perfect.
4. we think we are blessed and yet not
4. we dont deserve what we have
5. we have trully hurt them
6. we are artificial and wont see our true counternance
it is these that we should sit and have time to pray for, for
because of them we say
"Blessed by the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. For as the sufferings of Christ abound in us, so our consolation also abounds"
Lord Jesus Christ, Who didst command us to love our enemies, and those who defame and injure us, and to pray for them and forgive them; Who Thyself didst pray for Thine enemies, who crucified thee: grant us, we pray, the spirit of Christian reconciliation and meekness.
LOOSEN UP HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND
Inner me
last month I was watching the popes funeral on tv
for some reason I felt I had to see these events despite the fact that I havent willingly been to a catholic church in 20 years
am pentecoastal I love the freedom of praying to my God and speaking in tongues
but for some strange bizzare reason I seemed to know what was
CATHOLIC MASS more than the catholics around
I EVEN KNEW THE NAMES OF THE SAINTS AND WHY THEY ARE BEING EVOKED CoZ
they are the great witnesses we have in heaven that made alot of sense to me because my late parents names are peter and bernadette so youll hear these names eventually
I got a nostalgia of that young me in a church were I never had to reconfirm what God had done to me lately
i was getting carried away, testimonies of whats happened in my life
and how it came because of my fast or prayerpoint
and how the others are heathens or rather infidels i think they mean the same i have single handedly condemed more than 1.2 billion people thats alot
so instead I have decided to love them
the truth
thats the greatest commandment of them all to love
how do i get these things so wrong
through all i realize how God loves me coz if it were because of who i really am probably id be on an express ticket to hell at the end of the day its what i percive as right that determines even which church I go to
for where the saviour God is its God in control always and forever
thankyou dear nazarene for showing me the way.
for some reason I felt I had to see these events despite the fact that I havent willingly been to a catholic church in 20 years
am pentecoastal I love the freedom of praying to my God and speaking in tongues
but for some strange bizzare reason I seemed to know what was
CATHOLIC MASS more than the catholics around
I EVEN KNEW THE NAMES OF THE SAINTS AND WHY THEY ARE BEING EVOKED CoZ
they are the great witnesses we have in heaven that made alot of sense to me because my late parents names are peter and bernadette so youll hear these names eventually
I got a nostalgia of that young me in a church were I never had to reconfirm what God had done to me lately
i was getting carried away, testimonies of whats happened in my life
and how it came because of my fast or prayerpoint
and how the others are heathens or rather infidels i think they mean the same i have single handedly condemed more than 1.2 billion people thats alot
so instead I have decided to love them
the truth
thats the greatest commandment of them all to love
how do i get these things so wrong
through all i realize how God loves me coz if it were because of who i really am probably id be on an express ticket to hell at the end of the day its what i percive as right that determines even which church I go to
for where the saviour God is its God in control always and forever
thankyou dear nazarene for showing me the way.
The Mirage
Its amazing how everyone I meet is just a mirage
the guy on the bus
the lady on the train
The child next to me on the plane
Ive meet so many of them and yet
I only seem to retain just a few of them on my mind
As I get closer they disappear
when they speak, say there name
share there story they suddenly take form
and become speacial
the mirage a beautiful sight
from which is born various things and people that have shaped my life
the mirage
the nonexistent but existent aspect of my life.
the mirage the shape that my mundane world takes day by day
my mind overflows with how to
describe the mirage
is it a flight of ideas or wicked imagination? who knows?
the mind can be a mirage you think you know but trully you dont but you believe you know
the heart the biggest mirage
always knowing,believing in its own mirage
who cares even this writing is there but not really there.......
the guy on the bus
the lady on the train
The child next to me on the plane
Ive meet so many of them and yet
I only seem to retain just a few of them on my mind
As I get closer they disappear
when they speak, say there name
share there story they suddenly take form
and become speacial
the mirage a beautiful sight
from which is born various things and people that have shaped my life
the mirage
the nonexistent but existent aspect of my life.
the mirage the shape that my mundane world takes day by day
my mind overflows with how to
describe the mirage
is it a flight of ideas or wicked imagination? who knows?
the mind can be a mirage you think you know but trully you dont but you believe you know
the heart the biggest mirage
always knowing,believing in its own mirage
who cares even this writing is there but not really there.......
LIFE IN ACCIDENT AND EMERGENCY
The Vocation
the job that pays for my life
the job that makes me shed tears on most days when am alone in my room
Why?
because someone died
some did get saved
someone just pissed me off
some one really cheered me up
God I seem to have enough tears that find their way out of the socket whenever am on my own
the job that pays for my life
the job that makes me shed tears on most days when am alone in my room
Why?
because someone died
some did get saved
someone just pissed me off
some one really cheered me up
God I seem to have enough tears that find their way out of the socket whenever am on my own
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