A CRY TO GOD
Listen to my cry God
Do not ignore my plea
Hear me and answer me.
WHEN
My thoughts trouble me
WHEN
I am distraught
I will keep on casting my cares on You my Lord
I know you will sustain me, You will never let the righteous fall
BUT
As for me I Trust in You
Tuesday, 6 March 2007
Thursday, 1 March 2007
HAPPY BIRTHDAY (SMS FROM MUM)
Happy Birthday
My son today exactly 26 years ago, I become a proud mum to a wonderful son. Tears keep flowing and many questions an answered . I miss you Manga, I keep waiting for the call from you.
May your Soul
Rest In Peace
Mum
My son today exactly 26 years ago, I become a proud mum to a wonderful son. Tears keep flowing and many questions an answered . I miss you Manga, I keep waiting for the call from you.
May your Soul
Rest In Peace
Mum
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Today since the 1st March 1981, we annually celebrate my small brother’s birthday Mangaliso Robert Samuel Jere (aka Mangaman). Though on a sad note this year due your sudden and tragic death.
Any way in the meantime I call out your name with pride, you are the Captain of the Ndinda’s as clearly shown by your intelligence and skills, not only steering us to what we are today both economically and intellectually.
Your companionship and wisdom set bench mark that will forever stay not only at home but even to those outside home who lack it.
As a requirement by God to reach out to those who lack love, you indeed did show this by your sense of humour and you ability to not keep a grudge. As for listening you were great at this.
MJ as profoundly known by your loved ones, will stand in memorial WHY? Because of your smile.
Life is a lesson and I have proved this by association with you, which has broadened my scope and intellectual skill.
Today am proud to be a father to you niece Sibusiso Bernice Jere. I know you will ask Angoni; Are You a Rich Dad or Poor Dad. Having read the book and reflecting on your financial lessons and by the Grace of God I am a rich dad.
As young burning entrepreneur the financial world you created will always remain a legacy and will enable us to succeed.
What can I say but thank you God for our precious gem Manga. Your precious plans are guide and we promise to live you dream of venturing into Real Estate and Manufacturing. In short have a business but create assets will always be our Vision.
For now pen off but in my heart and mind I relive our life together each day.
MFANA ZWITSO Dad called you Mangaliso Sobukwe
Wayethe Mkosi
May your soul
REST IN PEACE
Yours abuthi
Wakwanyandeni, Kwamkhuru
EKRISTU
Chawezi Jere
Today since the 1st March 1981, we annually celebrate my small brother’s birthday Mangaliso Robert Samuel Jere (aka Mangaman). Though on a sad note this year due your sudden and tragic death.
Any way in the meantime I call out your name with pride, you are the Captain of the Ndinda’s as clearly shown by your intelligence and skills, not only steering us to what we are today both economically and intellectually.
Your companionship and wisdom set bench mark that will forever stay not only at home but even to those outside home who lack it.
As a requirement by God to reach out to those who lack love, you indeed did show this by your sense of humour and you ability to not keep a grudge. As for listening you were great at this.
MJ as profoundly known by your loved ones, will stand in memorial WHY? Because of your smile.
Life is a lesson and I have proved this by association with you, which has broadened my scope and intellectual skill.
Today am proud to be a father to you niece Sibusiso Bernice Jere. I know you will ask Angoni; Are You a Rich Dad or Poor Dad. Having read the book and reflecting on your financial lessons and by the Grace of God I am a rich dad.
As young burning entrepreneur the financial world you created will always remain a legacy and will enable us to succeed.
What can I say but thank you God for our precious gem Manga. Your precious plans are guide and we promise to live you dream of venturing into Real Estate and Manufacturing. In short have a business but create assets will always be our Vision.
For now pen off but in my heart and mind I relive our life together each day.
MFANA ZWITSO Dad called you Mangaliso Sobukwe
Wayethe Mkosi
May your soul
REST IN PEACE
Yours abuthi
Wakwanyandeni, Kwamkhuru
EKRISTU
Chawezi Jere
Friday, 26 January 2007
SIBUSISO (Blessings) JERE
Mangaliso, a week after you departed in this world, we are blessed with your Niece. Her name is Sibusiso which means blessings. Our tears are still flowing but Gogo Nyagwira will be busy changing nappies while Chawezi is a proud dad and Maria happy a mum, the whole clan is looking up to God. Still calling upon His name to answer us and tell us great and unsearchable things we do not know.
Missing you
Missing you
Thursday, 25 January 2007
THE FLAT WORLD
THE FLAT WORLD
The other day we spoke about a Malawian from the village equipped with the computer could see the whole world under his mud hut. The three words were THE FLAT WORLD you lived it and you grasp it;
Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up.
It knows it must run faster than the fastest lion or it will be killed.
Every morning a lion wakes up.
It knows it must outrun the slowest gazelle or it will starve o death.
It doesn’t matter whether you are a lion or a gazelle.
When the sun comes up, you better start running.
Kondwani
The other day we spoke about a Malawian from the village equipped with the computer could see the whole world under his mud hut. The three words were THE FLAT WORLD you lived it and you grasp it;
Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up.
It knows it must run faster than the fastest lion or it will be killed.
Every morning a lion wakes up.
It knows it must outrun the slowest gazelle or it will starve o death.
It doesn’t matter whether you are a lion or a gazelle.
When the sun comes up, you better start running.
Kondwani
WHAT YOU WERE GOING TO BE
The world is morning you Mangaliso. Tributes are coming from all the corners of the world; you were a man of CHARACTER. This poem sums up you Mangaliso;
I would be true, for there are those who trust me;
I would be pure, for there are those who care;
I would be strong, for there are those who suffer;
I would be brave, for there is much to dare.
I would be friend of all-the foe, the friendless;
I would be giving, and forget the gift;
I would be humble, for I know my weakness;
I would look up. and laugh, and love, and lift
You knew very well “What you were going to BE”
Kondwani
I would be true, for there are those who trust me;
I would be pure, for there are those who care;
I would be strong, for there are those who suffer;
I would be brave, for there is much to dare.
I would be friend of all-the foe, the friendless;
I would be giving, and forget the gift;
I would be humble, for I know my weakness;
I would look up. and laugh, and love, and lift
You knew very well “What you were going to BE”
Kondwani
A WEEK WITHOUT MANGALISO
A week has passed today without you in this world. I still can’t believe it, still feels like a dream, tears are flowing from my eyes without ceasing, each time I look around I can feel the air of sadness. It’s very hard to imagine how we are going to cope with your loss. Your death has puzzled us so much, you lived your last days as if you knew that you were soon going to depart in this world.
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