Tuesday, 8 October 2013

Chapter 10 ‘flying kites and coffees’



Remember the first time you met your wife, lover or friend. Some testimonies are odd; some are weird while some are just normal like at church after the service when the pastor says, shake a hand and make a friend.

Three boys are flying kites on the street close to the church. Yesterday was a very fun day for the three musketeers Themba, Mandla and John. Mandla came out victorious because his kite flew the furthest and stayed the longest time floating. Themba is a very smart boy and always refuses to be beaten. He spent the whole night fixing his beloved kite ‘kit’. He put a few adjustments here and there which included and very light wire to control the kite. 

Two days ago, three naked electrical cables where put to connect power to the church. There were connected via poles that stood up above the same street where Themba and his friends were flying kites. More than forty thousand volts of electricity passed through those wires. If Themba’s kite with a light wire touched any of those, electricity would be transmitted into Themba’s body and he would die.

Four women were coming out of church after a confession service when a big bang was heard. Three boys are lying on the ground unconscious. A lot of panic, screams, people crying and then three cars make their way to the hospital with the three boys, hoping that the sooner they get the better the chances for the boys surviving.

The boys are in a stable condition the doctors are very thankful of the work that was done by those that brought them to the hospital. 

Five people stand at the door; one of them is Father Jerkins. ‘Hello Father, my name is Anele and this is my friend Selina’. Then one of the other two spoke, ‘hello father my name is Ruth and this is my friend Taka’. Father Jerkins knows all of them, they all confessed their sins to him however he did not confess his to them. ‘How about I invite all of you for a cup of coffee at my house’ spoke Anele, everyone agrees and they head there.

Four women and a Priest are having coffee in the living room. One of the women is a murderer; the other a prostitute, the owner of the house is a liar and the other one is a cancer victim waiting to die while the Priest is a rapist. For we all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God….

Chapter 11 to follow #keep reading

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