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@tanavine
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Katılım Şubat 2010
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@tanavine @TheLifeZoomer I really believe our faith is mostly shaped by our environment
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How I became a Seventh Day Adventist…
I grew up in a place called Esinenini in Hwange.
Translation?
Where the maids for rich people lived.
They used to call us:
“abantwana bama neni”
And the lies we used to tell about our addresses to avoid ridicule😂😂😂🙌🏿🙌🏿
Derogatory. Embarrassing.
You didn’t want that label on you.
But that was my potion at the time.
And we’ll come back to those Esinenini stories.
some funny, some very embarrassing 😀
I had a friend - Michael Njetshe.
We did everything together:
Walked to school
Shared meals
Played soccer
Played slug (if you know, you know 😅)
His family?
Seventh Day Adventist.
Now Adventists in our area were serious people.
Wednesday – midweek service
Friday sunset – “Ukuhlangabeza iSabatha”
Saturday evening – “Ukuvalelisa iSabatha”
Me?
I thought these people were running a full-time church shift system 😂
Michael kept inviting me.
At first I was just there like:
“I don’t know these songs, I don’t know these verses,
but let me not disappoint my guy.”
Then came the upgrade:
“Come to church on Sabbath.”
I said yes, out of curiosity and loyalty.
First Sabbath I walked in:
There was a ladies’ choir at the front.
🔥🔥🔥
I had NEVER heard voices like that in my life.
They sang:
“He paid a debt that I could not pay”
I was finished.
Finished spiritually.
Finished emotionally.
Also, respectfully noticing the choir members 👀😂
Second Sabbath…..
I came back.
Not even pretending anymore.
I was HOOKED
Third Sabbath……
Boom 💥
Crusade time. At the open Arena.(See pic below)
Evangelist Solomon Maphosa.
Tall man. Serious presence.
Now different choirs from everywhere:
Empumalanga, Railways, Cinderella, No2, No3…
It was basically a spiritual concert tour 😂
But the preaching…………
Different level.
Topics I had NEVER heard before:
State of the dead
Second Coming
Sabbath
That hit different.
Day 20 of the crusade.
Altar call.
No hesitation.
I stood up and walked forward like:
“Yeah, this is it.”
Next day (Sabbath), baptised and it rained so hard that day.
Felt like Heaven was agreeing.
I remember a thought of: “ If Jesus cones right now, I’m walking straight into heaven with eyes closed”
Just like that.
now SDA 😀
That’s where the spiritual journey started.
And like any real journey……..
Faith grew quietly.
Away from the music.
Away from the hype.
Through real life.
Lots of ups and down.
Fast forward years later…
I reconnect with Michael on Facebook.
Informed he had left the SDA church.
Me:
“How do you invite me to SDA, then leave??”
Him:
“At least I introduced you to Jesus.”
😭😂 fair enough.
Then he started cooking SDA:
Ellen G White is this……..
Church members did that…….
This church is lost……..
Me?
Just listening quietly like:
“Ah, so the recruiter has resigned.” 😀
He ended with:
“I’ll fast and pray for you to see the light.”
I said my goodbyes respectfully.
But inside I was like:
“My brother, I’m now a group admin in the WhatsApp group.” 😂
We haven’t spoken since.
No bad blood.
No loss.
Just different paths.
From Esinenini
to faith
to life.
One thing I’ve learned:
You may not control where you start.
but you choose what shapes you.
Who else found faith in the most unexpected way?

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@WaltJackman Young man is good, that language makes him unique in his own way. Vanotaura vitory yomene, vachidla🤣
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Makandiwa will love this 😀😀
Ryan B@Network_Guy8
Artemis II crew just sent this back… round earthers you good?
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@Am_Blujay Was he hit by a Shosholoza train or at some point he got into money heist with CIT and went wrong during blasting😂
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@TheLifeZoomer Wow .May God continue to bless you bro.I realised that a simple act of helping open many good doors and m proud to be one.
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Small acts of kindness can change someone’s life in ways you may never fully understand.
This happened to me many years ago at Founders High School in Bulawayo in the 1990s.
New school term.
First student assembly after the holidays. Everyone trying to look serious again after weeks of freedom.
HeadMaster- Mr Molife.
“Those who have paid school fees may go to class. The rest remain behind.”
Silence.
You could almost hear school bags breathing.
By some miracle, my school fees had been paid that term. A rare financial miracle in my household.
But there was a small complication.
I was the School Headboy.
Which meant I had to stay behind with the teachers to help manage the unfortunate ones whose parents had not yet managed to pay.
Then boom.
My counterpart, the School Headgirl was among those who had not paid fees.
😩
She was not just any student.
Beautiful. Intelligent. Brilliant leader. The whole package.
Zimbabwean school authorities in those days were not known for their mercy.
Marching orders were given.
Straight through the school gate.
No discussion. No negotiation. No “let’s see what we can do.”
Just, go home.
Paid up students were peeping through classroom windows conducting their own investigations.
“Who got chased today?”
Sympathy was not the dominant culture. Some were enjoying the drama.
The whole day I could not concentrate in class.
Nothing entered my head.
All I could think about was the embarrassment she must have felt.
A whole School Headgirl being sent home like that.
After school, I visited her.
She lived not far from the school. Belmont area for those who know Bulawayo.
On me was an envelope containing my entire term pocket money.
That money had very important purposes.
Boarding school survival luxuries:
• trips to town
• chips and drinks
• the occasional soft drink
• general teenage happiness.
Critical investments for any young man.
Instead, I handed her the envelope.
All of it.
Fees sorted.
She was back in school the next day.
Meanwhile I spent the entire term financially fasting.
No town trips.
No chips.
No drinks.
Just me, my books, and serious character development.
But strangely, I never regretted it.
I was completely at peace knowing she didn’t have to endure that humiliation again.
Looking back now, I didn’t really lose anything.
Life moved on.
God kept providing.
And here I am today, still doing well.
Sometimes when you see a need, don’t wait to be asked.
Because asking for help is one of the hardest things people ever do.
If you are in a position to help and you notice someone struggling,
Just offer help.
That term I didn’t lose pocket money.
I invested it in someone’s dignity.
And that is one investment that still pays peace dividends today.
School fees stories were/are common across Africa.
Whats the African School fees story you won’t forget?

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@TheLifeZoomer Thats what i used to think of my relatives who lived in diaspora.Reality sank in when i moved to diaspora.
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@KingJayZim This is where the name "Sungura" originated?Apo pakuzoti "Jazz Band band"😂😂
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