What if Jesus Christ was alive?… In human form… His presence… Discoverable in 4 senses of the human body The fifth one I’ll leave out I don’t want to commit blasphemy His Christian Intelligence Army at the forefront of the verbal war against Atheists “JESUS_CHRIST_WORLDWIDE” His official account “SON OF MEN” his bio Instagram verified with over 6 Billion followers The selfie he posted earlier was captioned The promise keeper, Lion of Judah Near Sandton. Black tweeter would feast on Him daily Service delivery visually low with increasing demand The People’s patience and faith running low Blessers rubbing poverty in their faces Hotel hopping with their daughters and girlfriends. # BringBackMyMom # LordPleaseBlessUsWIthAChild # HeWasStillABabyWhyDidYouHaveToTakeHim ? # SheJustGraduatedFromUniversityHowCruelCouldYouBe # HeWasTheOnlyParentIHadLeftWhatDidIDoToYou ? would be trending for years now Because good deeds don't trend.... Thipe Macdonald

The girls who went ahead of the envoy to tell Ntswaki the bad news got to the river but there was no sign of her. They looked around, up and down the stream but Ntswaki was nowhere to be seen. When they were all ready to give up, one of the girls saw grass moving as though something is hiding there. They got curious and they decided to go and check. They were all scared but curiosity got the better of them. They got there and they couldn’t believe what they saw with their eyes. Ntswaki was not there, they only found a full bucket of water. The girls were Nthati, Lerato and Maipato. They were her childhood friends but their characters were very different from hers. I will tell you more about them at a later stage. “Jonna mme weee!!!”, Lerato whispered. They were now worried that something bad might have happened to her. “Eseng Ntswaki o ipolaile lona? Mohlomong hona le motho ya fihlileng a mo phethela taba tse?”, Nthati asked with her eyes wide open and sparkling as though she was abou...

Good day good people For those who have been wondering where i'm going with this Book/Page, I'm going to try and explain it. This is a book about a time back in Africa where only black people inhabited Africa. The plot is in South Africa, that's all I can share for now. The people in those days lived knowing that they are the only form of human species on earth. The only people they knew who were different where albinos and those who were speaking different languages. As tim e went by, something that shocked them and left them in fear happened.The rest you will find out as the story unfolds.... I believe this book is going to solve the biggest problem we have in Africa being SOCIAL SEGREGATION. Normally this problem is solved by SOCIAL ENGINEERING. Social engineering is the use of centralized planning in an attempt to manage social change and regulate the future development and behavior of society. With this story I believe it can be achieved.

Back at the house preparations had already started. The King was so happy about the arrival of his second son into this world, he was boasting in pride amongst his council men. “Ke entse ngwana monna thaka ntatae, Kepi ntho etlo le tjhekelang baradi Mosenene sedula mokoting hae kgore Bosiu le motshehare o dula ale malala a laotswe Lepe se rathang pakeng tsa mangwele Tsena tsohle le di botse baradi lapeng Ha osena baradi o botse mosadi mma bana Mohlomong a ka o phethela palenyana” He said, followed by a brief chuckle. Pacing up and down praising his newly born son with excitement written all over his face in capital letters. Having a son meant a lot to him because it meant the ancestors where in his side. They had many sleepless nights desperately praying for a child. They struggled conceiving a child for so long that they no longer had the luxury of praying for a child of any specific gender. The fact that he got a boy made him very grateful that he felt he had t...

It was a very glorious day for the Ditheko Kingdom. ”MONNA MAHLOMOLA BONA MONA, TSAMAYA O KENELLE MOTSENG MONA O JWETSE SETJHABA SOHLE HORE NGWANA WAKA O HLAHILE EBILE KE MOSHANYANA. O BA MEME BOHLE HORE BATLE BATLO KETEKA LENNA LE BA LELAPA LAKA. DIJO LE JWALA DI TENG, BA TSUBANG KGOMO YA FATSHE LE BONA OBA JWETSE HORE KE MANTLETSENTLETSE” The King sent his envoy. “Ho lokile Morena, ere ke kgobokanye mahlana aka mme ke etse jwalo” The messenger replied and did not waste any time, he went around to gather around his crew to carry out the task at hand. They took a drum with some sticks and composed a song on the spot. That was one of Mahlomola’s best qualities and that made the King very fond of him. He is very creative, you could give him a simple task but the outcome is going to be something beyond your imagination. “HO TLETSE MONYAKA HO TLETSE MONYAKA… KWANA BORENENG KWANA BORENENG… RE TSWALETSWE MORA RE TSWALETSWE MORA… BORENENG HA DITHEKO BORENENG HA DITH...

Gogo understood her pain very well but there was nothing she could do to help. It was her job to tell the king if she sees anything that could cause a problem to the land in future. “Bonneteng ke batla ho o thusa ngwana mmae empa nkase kgone, ho pata taba tse tjena hoka mpakela mathata a maholo le Morena. Molato wa mofuta ona o ahlolwa ka lefu motseng mona le wena wa tseba. Otla ntshwarela ngwaneso empa ke tlameile ho jwetsa morena hore taba di eme jwang mme ena otla nka qeto. Ke tshepa hore o utlwisisa boemo boo keleng ho bona’’. She just said that when Dibuseng and Mathabo walked in. ‘’Mathabo tshwara ka mona re thuse MaDitheko ka pele ese ele nako’’. The queen was screaming like a goat about to be slaughtered, the pillow was wet from her tears. She was in so much pain and thoughts that she might be going through this pain for a child she might not keep tore her apart. They tried for another baby for years, the King was even considering getting a second wife thinking that she can’t ...