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2/5/2025, 10:00:10 AM

Proverbs 9 verse 13 The foolish woman is restless and noisy She is naive and easily misled Thoughtless and knows nothing at all of eternal value 🗝️

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2/5/2025, 10:01:44 AM

Let us not be desirous of vain glory, provoking one another, envying one another. Galatians 5 : 26 🙏🏾

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2/3/2025, 10:41:55 PM

[2] Thus saith the LORD, Learn not the way of the heathen, and be not dismayed at the signs of heaven; for the heathen are dismayed at them. [3] For the customs of the people are vain: for one cutteth a tree out of the forest, the work of the hands of the workman, with the axe. [4] They deck it with silver and with gold; they fasten it with nails and with hammers, that it move not. [5] They are upright as the palm tree, but speak not: they must needs be borne, because they cannot go. Be not afraid of them; for they cannot do evil, neither also is it in them to do good. [6] Forasmuch as there is none like unto thee, O LORD; thou art great, and thy name is great in might. Jeremiah 10 : 2-6

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2/5/2025, 9:47:46 AM

💫RISE AND SHINE The word of God in Matthew 14 verse 19 says, “Taking the five loaves and the two fish and looking up to heaven, He spoke a blessing. Then He broke the loaves and gave to the disciples, and the disciples gave to the people.” This scripture talks about a great miracle which Jesus was about to perform. Five loaves of bread and two fish fed thousands of people, after the Lord looked to heaven, He blessed, He broke and He gave the bread and the fish to the people through his disciples. We Pray: Father in heaven, we thank you for today. We look to you for that miracle we’ve been waiting for. Father, as we do the possible on this earth, we pray that you do the impossible in Jesus’ name, Amen 🙏🏾 I wish you a pleasant, fruitful and blessed Wednesday!👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

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2/3/2025, 10:55:14 PM

*Faithless Novel* *By Tonderai Muchemwa* *Chapter 5* *Wrathful Faith* As you wonder through the night, eyes linger with delight but not for your soul to be intact but they desire your life in blood. Delighted by the steps that menace a haunted heart that travel in the comfort of a pale moonlight. For from greed you feed, from hate you bleed, and pride withers your care for life, driving lust into your being with eyes that carry envy, basking in sloth with unquenchable gluttony. Drink and dine in your desires that hinder your faith. Covering you in blinding gold, that deceive and misguide your soul. What is it that makes you drink in the lustful times? A gasp of wind touches a masculine skin, a big man works on his body in a muscle top, wearing tights looking at himself in the mirror. ‘Do you like blood?’ a soft feminine voice whispers in his ears and he ceases his gym work and looks back to see who it is but there is no one there to attribute the words to. A door bangs in the corridor and footsteps thud the floor harshly with speed headed somewhere, he wonders where this one person could be headed to during such an hour with heat burning up inside them. He can hear shouting and knocking at a door and the person is a female who is enraged by something, did they start to bite each other already after having travelled so far to indulge in their lustful desire. But instead strife has taken a hold of their hearts, a struggle within kills their souls but they hide their commotions’ with pride. You humble yourself, you survive the world that burns your soul. Doors open in the corridor, eyes watch her shouting, banging with prideful insults on the door, ‘Come out you creepy freak and tell me what you were doing in my room!’ she bangs even hard unwary of the eyes that watch her. ‘Are you alright young lady?’ the witch looking woman asks her. ‘Do I look like I am alright?’ ‘What happened? Why do you cause a commotion at this hour?’ ‘Because this joke that sleeps in here has been playing mind games in my room trying to scare me!’ Finally, the door is opened but the one who comes out is not Remy who she was expecting but Vanessa who has been comforting her brother since. Samantha steps back from her, ‘Where is that brother of yours Vanessa?’ ‘What do you want, Samantha?’ ‘I want to speak to that brother of yours and give him a piece of my mind!’ ‘Why? For trying to talk to you and you shutting him down?’ ‘No, for coming into my room and playing games with me!’ she continues to shout speaking. ‘Lower your voice, Samantha!’ Vanessa looks around to see everyone out of their rooms and watching, ‘How can that be when he has been here in his room with me all this time crying and I was busy comforting him?’ Samantha scoffs, ‘You are going to lie for your creepy little brother or you are in this scheme of his also to get back at me?’ ‘Young lady, the only one who is out of line here is you calling my brother creepy and accusing of something that he didn’t do.’ She slams the door in her face leaving her enraged throwing her hands around waving her body grunting with rage. She turns to return to her room, ‘I cannot believe she did that!’ she bangs her door and falls on her bed. But still in the corridor a whisper speaks to the muscleman, as he glares at the couple watching tears accumulated in the eyes of Rutendo who has been crying since and Munya grabs her by the back and guides her back into the room. ‘Look at them, they have defiled the sacred union and they feel no shame for it.’ A voice whispers in his ear, his lips begin shaking un controllably as he returns back into his room he puts his head in his hands screaming. A knife is thrown in front of him but he cannot see who threw it. But the cup he has drunk as he gazed upon the people has roused a wrathful desire within his soul. He stabs on his left arm piercing through going up and stops as the crimson liquid splashes on the floor. The door behind him opens slowly and a very low malevolent laugh touches his ears, his eyes wide opening his lips curled into a sly fox like smile. You drink from the fountain of daunting waters, that glitter as if they flow with life giving waters. A dark tide that twist the soul into the abyss, blinding him to a sense of dark justice, justified by their own personal experience. Drooling with a wrathful lust, watching his own blood drip to the floor. Meanwhile, in another room, the pale looking woman she hums on in the middle of twelve lit candles, shaking her tightly closed hands. A gasp of wind blows, waving the flames of the candles and she opens her eyes slowly and partially. A growl comes from the corner of the room. She remains calm as she throws the objects in her hands down to the ground, looking at them closely. ‘I wonder, is there anything that you desire, medium?’ She remains silent reaching out her hands to pick up her bones, takes a sachet from her bag, collects bute from it with her finger tips and inhales it three times. ‘So, you are ignoring me?’ ‘I have nothing to say to you, demon, begone!’ Takes a step closer to her but a white substance blocks its way, and it smiles, ‘Do you think you will be able to hide from me forever, witch?’ She ignores still and continues with what she was already doing. The moment she entered the Hotel of Lust, she noticed a lingering darkness that stuck itself behind everyone, and there was something very unusual about it but she could not tell then and even now she still cannot understand what it is. The instruments she threw enquiring did not give her a satisfying answer so she continues. Every sin breeds another, leading to an unending cycle, each trapped in their own fears and sorrows with tears flowing heavy with guilt and regret. The doors have been closed and the night feels endless for the troubled souls that cry for freedom from the lies they feed themselves. Selfishness is righteousness to those blind to the plight that selfishness breeds in their own essence, a chaotic feeling of wanting that ever hungers with nothing to quench. I pour for them water that does not extinguish the flames of desire but rather ignites suffering and pain. Footsteps wander, on step at a time you can hear the soft growl that travels echoing in the darkness, a rotting living body cut with a small blade, a masochist filled with wrath born from a life of belittlement. In his room, Leon lays on the bed a good time has ended, he smiles in his sleep holding on to a pillow. Indeed, in delight, waking up to see if Kimberly is still on his bed but he cannot see her anymore. Has she left already? He stretches sitting up straight on the bed only to see her standing and her eyes locked onto her reflection in the mirror, their gaze twisting into a grotesque grimace, as if confronting a stranger or a monster staring back at them. But he did not notice anything. ‘There you are,’ he gets out of bed with a smile on his face, ‘What are you doing out of bed?’ She remains silent for a while, hits the mirror with her hand picks up a sharp glass stands up right staring at the broken mirror. ‘What are you doing, Kimberly?’ he rushes over to her and grabs her hand, ‘Why are you hurting yourself?’ She still does not answer glaring at the broken mirror, he releases her hand and goes to his bag to check for his first aid kid quickly. But a sudden sound comes from behind him as if bones are breaking. He freezes on the spot trembling with fear, his eyes wide open, a drop of sweat rushes down. What just happened? Turning to see what is wrong he finds her standing behind him, glaring at him from belong with her eyes piercing to his soul. She raises her hand blood rushes down her hands to the floor, her palm cut by a broken class from the mirror. He gulps, eyes wide open rearing away from her. His eyes going back and forth searching for a way to escape. She lowers her hand and with much haste, Leon grabs her arm, ‘What are you doing?’ he grabs the hand with the glass, trying to take it from her but she does not budge, ‘Kimberly, you need to let go of the glass, you are hurting yourself!’ ‘Leon, do you love me?’ her voice echoes to his ears as he freezes as he notices the chance in her voice, ‘Do you love me, Leon?’ He releases her hand moving away from her, this question struck place he has not ventured in his mind and heart. ‘Why are you asking this?’ ‘Do you love me, Leon?’ He takes his eyes off her, in deep thought and he notices black hand emitting smoke slowly creeps up her shoulder and it quickly disappears leaving a black mark on her clothing. She could not feel it? Or is he just seeing things? But that cannot be it left a visible mark that he can see. ‘Did you feel that on your arm?’ he asks her. ‘Why are you trying to avoid the questions!?’ she bursts shouting breathing heavily slowly controlling her breathing, ‘I am sorry about that I don’t know what came over me.’ He grabs her by the arm, draws her closer to her chest and kisses her on the forehead, ‘Let’s go back to be bed.’ ‘Ok.’ ‘But after treating that wound before it gets infected.’ ‘Ok.’ Leon treats her wound and the two head back to bed as a growl softly wanders in the dark corridors of the hotel, his eyes wide open wandering in the room striving to keep his heart at bay. There is lust, greed, confusion, regret mixed creating an ominous odour that wreaks with despair and a cry for death. The hunter sharpens his claws on the walls, carrying himself to where he desires to inflict his wrathful desire. But the night growls weary of heartfelt desires and yearns for chaos to erupt.

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2/3/2025, 8:03:34 AM

.*Mangwanani akanaka hama dzinodikanwa:* *Ndine nyaya yako this Monday morning..*👏🏽👏🏾👏🏾 Kune imwe mhando yemamhepo isingadzingwe netithe, seed offering, Prophet or Bishop.Mamhepo anokonzereswa nekutuka vabereki, kuudza mubereki wako, amai or baba mashoko asingagone kutaurwa nemwana kumubereki izvozvo zvinosimudza mamhepo.Hupenyu hwese unogona kufunga kuti Mwari haako iye ariko zvichingoda kuti uve ne peace nevabereki vako...Kuita hurovha hunosemesa nenhamo inosemesa zvinokonzerwa nemashoko awakaudza mubereki...Ndauya nesecret to your success mudikani...Whats the relationship btwn you nevabereki vakakubereka??Tsvaga rugare nemubereki wako nhasi uno hupenyu hwako hunake... Vakangofunga kuti zvandakaitwa naGiribheti,zvandakaitwa naChipo...mamhepo otosimuka, vakangofunga kuti mashoko andakaudzwa nemwana wandakagomera 9 months , mamhepo otosimuka.Mhando yeminyama nemamhepo akadai haabviswe nachegumi , haadzingwe naBishop but unofanira kutodzokera kumubereki wako motaurirana kana vachida kuripwa woripa ndiko kuti uzvirwire kubva kumhando yemamhepo aya!!! Luke 15 &Genesis 9 Ham akatukisa zvizukuru zvedzinza rose nenyaya kuseka baba vake vakange vakashama......chakaita kuti the prodigal son atambe nhamo arikunyika irikure inhau yemabviro aakaita kunababa vake.....chenjera kuzvitorera jambwa rinotukisa dzinza rose nemabatiro aunoita vabereki vako....Hauna kana blessing in life kana usina rugare nemubereki akakubereka...😭😭😭😭 *Good morning family,wish you all a productive Week !* *Shalom!🙏🏽*

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2/4/2025, 12:21:58 PM

Never lose hope just when you think you are tired and tried your best that's when God comes in.. 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 °🤍May You Find Peace🤍° To the hearts that are suffering in silence, to the eyes that have shed the most tears, to the souls that are tired of aching, may you find peace. To the girl who is hopeless, to the boy who is broken, may you find peace amidst this pain. May you find what sparkles your soul. I know you are tired of hearing that time will make things better and that things will eventually fall into pieces. I know you are tired of disappointments and countless heartaches. I am sorry you had to learn a lot from pain and agony. I am sorry you had to learn about happiness from grief and despair, but I hope you promise yourself that you won't give up. I hope you'll promise yourself that you'll always work on yourself. I hope you know that life isn't a smooth road. But above all that, I am proud of you for surviving. I am proud of you. Remember, one day this endless pain will fade and you will smile again. May you learn to give your heart time, to go easy on yourself. You must know, you’re enough, even when people make you feel at little and more empty. I'll always be here to remind you that you’re going to be okay, if not tomorrow then someday, sooner! Gracious Afternoon lovely people, have a Blessed Tuesday! 🙏🏽