Sunday, 20 April 2014
Saturday, 19 April 2014
It is in the middle of a long weekend. Last night BBC was packed to the seams, with cars parked down the road and around the corner. I think a better contingency plan is needed for services like these. But that was Friday, Sunday is a coming!
Today we had two appointments to look at some potential homes and the last one has lots of potential but prayer is needed to make sure if it is the right move. Near the first house we looked at was this row of gum trees along the road. They are also known eucalyptus trees they originate from Australia and are water thieves, stealing from the local tress the insufficient water. Now I am used to the rows of oak trees in Benoni, but here in the West Rand, not to be out done, they have rows of gum trees.
Friday, 18 April 2014
It is the day that we remember the cross, that terrible instrument of execution used over 2000 years ago by the Romans. But why are we so sad, it may be Friday, but Sunday is a coming.
I remember the famous sermon done by Tony Campolo, done on this very topic, it's Friday, but Sunday is coming. Well! You can hear the sermon here but it all builds up towards the end where Tony ends up in a preaching competition with the head pastor at his Southern Baptist Church that he attends. Preach it brother! Another website recalls it well so I will repeat it below.
Tony tells how he preached the perfect sermon in every way and had taken the congregation to "the heights of glory". Go on brother, preach it! As he sat down beside his pastor, Tony patted him on the knee and simply said, "Top that." The older black pastor looked at him and said, "Boy, watch the master." Then Tony recalls for us the very brilliant message which followed. The following is a short printed version of the 45 minute sermon, the printed version doesn't really do justice to the original, but you can at least get an idea what the last part is like:
It was a simple sermon, starting softly, building in volume and intensity until the entire congregation was completely involved, repeating the phrases in unison. The sermon went something like this.
It's Friday. Jesus is arrested in the garden where He was praying. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. The disciples are hiding and Peter’s denying that he knows the Lord. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. Jesus is standing before the high priest of Israel, silent as a lamb before the slaughter. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. Jesus is beaten, mocked, and spit upon. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. Those Roman soldiers are flogging our Lord with a leather scourge that has bits of bones and glass and metal, tearing at his flesh. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. The Son of man stands firm as they press the crown of thorns down into his brow. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. See Him walking to Calvary, the blood dripping from His body. See the cross crashing down on His back as He stumbles beneath the load. It's Friday; but Sunday's a coming.
It's Friday. See those Roman soldiers driving the nails into the feet and hands of my Lord. Hear my Jesus cry, "Father, forgive them." It's Friday; but Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. Jesus is hanging on the cross, bloody and dying. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. The sky grows dark, the earth begins to tremble, and He who knew no sin became sin for us. Holy God who will not abide with sin pours out His wrath on that perfect sacrificial lamb who cries out, "My God, My God. Why hast thou forsaken me?" What a horrible cry. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. And at the moment of Jesus' death, the veil of the Temple that separates sinful man from Holy God was torn from the top to the bottom because Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. Jesus is hanging on the cross, heaven is weeping and hell is partying. But that's because it's Friday, and they don’t know it, but Sunday's a coming.
And on that horrible day 2000 years ago, Jesus the Christ, the Lord of glory, the only begotten Son of God, the only perfect man died on the cross of Calvary. Satan thought that he had won the victory. Surely he had destroyed the Son of God. Finally he had disproved the prophecy God had uttered in the Garden and the one who was to crush his head had been destroyed. But that was Friday.
Now it's Sunday. And just about dawn on that first day of the week, there was a great earthquake. But that wasn't the only thing that was shaking because now it’s Sunday. And the angel of the Lord is coming down out of heaven and rolling the stone away from the door of the tomb. Yes, it's Sunday, and the angel of the Lord is sitting on that stone and the guards posted at the tomb to keep the body from disappearing were shaking in their boots because it’s Sunday, and the lamb that was silent before the slaughter is now the resurrected lion from the tribe of Judah, for He is not here, the angel says. He is risen indeed.
It's Sunday, and the crucified and resurrected Christ has defeated death, hell, sin and the grave. It’s Sunday. And now everything has changed. It's the age of grace, God’s grace poured out on all who would look to that crucified lamb of Calvary. Grace freely given to all who would believe that Jesus Christ died on the cross of Calvary was buried and rose again. All because it’s Sunday.
At the end of the message the pastor shouts out:
And the whole congregation responds:
But Sunday's Coming!
Thursday, 17 April 2014
Wednesday, 16 April 2014
Here at the eKayaMedia, we are busy upgrading the décor of our offices. It is like creative freedom just spilled over with bright colours planned. Here is Rob’s dive into the décor upgrade and the outcome is awesome. Believe in God and all else will follow.
Tuesday, 15 April 2014
I am not sure how many duikers Bosasa has at the Mogale Business Park as they are very skittish creatures of the forest and are solitary creatures. I only saw her once before, on a late wet afternoon, and then again this afternoon when I was leaving work late. This time the duiker stood her ground about two metres away eyeing me out from her high ground. She is a brave little duiker, so let's call her Amabokbok as I am sure I am going to see more of her.
I just stayed awhile as the sun started setting, watching Amabokbok's nose twitched as she tried to get a scent off me. I tried the cat trick of slowly blinking my eyes just to put her at ease. After a while she slowly walked off.
Monday, 14 April 2014
Why the aka Gustav, well as some of my South African friends can attest, I am not good with names, pronouncing them and even remembering them. Maybe I can blame my dyslexia here again, or maybe not. Hence the name Gustav which is the way I pronounce Khusta which is the shortened version of Mkuseli. Oh I better introduce Gustav before I waffle on too much, he is part of my team on the digital side where he is the developer.
Sunday, 13 April 2014
Yes I know that majority of Gauteng roads now require permanent 4 wheel drive due to the potholes, it doesn't mean that these large vehicles own the road at the expense of the small frugal vehicles and motorcycles that just drive normally. Maybe they just compensating for something. Anyway, I came across this notice sign.
All drivers of 4x4s
- Engage 4WD
- Select low range
- Lock all hubs + diff
- Cross your fingers
Everyone else just drive normally.
Don’t worry 4WD is not needed but it helps them justify the cost of buying or hiring one.
Saturday, 12 April 2014
Yesterday and today became one long day with an all night prayer session at the Ibizo. Last night and this morning was a blur of foot stomping, hands clapping, and ululating praise and worship. I am actually worried that video may find its way onto YouTube.
All I remember leaving for work on Friday morning at 6:30am and arriving home at on Saturday morning 24 hours later. Other than the all night prayer meeting, one event stood out like a sore thumb, and that is Bongani and colour blocking dress code. This may be the first time I am using a photo from the day before but even with my shades on, I couldn't miss this opportunity.
I have seen this flamboyant style before but never heard it called Colour Blocking before today, oh sorry before yesterday. Discussing more about this style with Paballo when we were eating supper at 2am this morning, she gave me an example of colour blocking with the colours she was wearing against her friend. In my time we had the Ama-gents, with their smart attire finished off with spit and shine shoes. Now the future is so bright you gotta wear shades, eish colour blocking.
Friday, 11 April 2014
In the one corner of our office sits Ella, just outside my fishbowl. She normally has her earphones plug in, head banging, and enjoying her music. Serious!
It is still early days and I am starting to get used to my team of digital ninjas. Learning their strengths and weaknesses so that we can become a formidable crew to be reckoned with. Ninja Ella, as you were.
Thursday, 10 April 2014
While my son Matthew on the last leg of his Thailand tour, I was relaxing in the gardens of Bosasa Business Park, when a Siamese Fireback walked out in front of me. The pheasant paused in front of me while I fumbled for the camera. He then went on to give me a glimpse of golden plumage on his back which is normally hidden by his blue grey wings.
I haven't received many updates from Matthew, but no news is good news and he must be having so much fun. It takes national bird of Thailand just to show me with that glimmer of gold that Matthew is all right and that God is in control.
Wednesday, 9 April 2014
My mind raced back to my time in Paris as the Disneyland theme Ride, Small World's song squawked out through speakers "It's a small world after all". That tune is now running through my head as I met Shane.
Related through marriage, Shane works at the same company as I do, it is a small, small world after all. In his own words, cuzzie, twice removed, through an aunty's great uncle's sister, married to the father of the brothers' daughter, once removed.
Tuesday, 8 April 2014
Along with the tradition South African wildlife in this Eco Park where I now find myself spending my working hours, there are some exotic ones as well like some Golden Pheasants. Being dyslectic I better make sure I didn't write erotic. You see I didn't even spell dyslexia right.
Along with the dull looking females, I spotted a pair of colourful male Golden Pheasants. One shown above was wearing his deep orange cape over his flamboyant colours, the other was a yellow colour mutant that is appearing in these birds while in captivity. I'll post another time on this plain yellow Golden Pheasant.
In the meanwhile, I'll take a break sitting on a bench in these awesome surroundings watching these two males forage not even a metre away from me. My future looks golden.
Monday, 7 April 2014
The weekend has been good. It was Lynda's birthday and she was spoilt with Spa treatments, Matthew climbed over 300 steps to reach the Wat Pra Thad Doi Suthep temple and rode elephants in Thailand, and Paballo got a tattoo. Excitement all round.
Paballo, is part of our dynamic team at Bosasa, she is responsible for the Social Media and is all fired up with what the future holds.
Sunday, 6 April 2014
Transforming lives is what BBC is about. Here is Rob, Tracy and Gary, together after the service at BBC. These three along with others do a lot in transforming lives of those who are struggling in life to that what is pleasing in God' sight. I must clarify that they are not perfect but their hearts are in the right place.
Saturday, 5 April 2014
It is Lynda's birthday and yesterday I had booked a treatment at the Hands on Spa. It was a surprise which she didn’t expect until we stood in front of the receptionist and heard me say that we here for her booking.
For two hours, Lynda was pampered and all her stress from the year so far, massaged out of her in tranquil surroundings. I waited in the tea room, a little disappointed that they didn't have a large range of desserts, oh well it supposed to be a health spa but I too like to be mollycoddled.
Lynda walked out feeling like a queen with a big smile and all pampered up. Thank you Hands On.
Friday, 4 April 2014
Friday didn't feel like a Friday should feel, strange normally I couldn't wait for the weekend but this Friday I enjoyed being at work, strange indeed.
After finally dragging myself out of work, I headed home and got ready for the Alpha get together at the Lonewolf Spur in Randpark Ridge. It was great just winding down with friends, Bob, Liesl, Kelly, Nicholas, Francis, Gwen, Jenna-Lee, Keegan, Lynda, Eric, Gill, Chris, and Natasha. Spur, a taste for life, except for my cold food, it was an awesome get together with friends on a Friday evening. Here is Francis, Jenna-Lee, and Gwen, giving big smiles for the camera.
Thursday, 3 April 2014
Working at the Bosasa Group's Head Office in Krugersdorp has its perks. I mean my office is situated in this lush eco-park far away from the bustle of the fast paced Sandton. With a mashie golf course, rolling lawns, fountains, and ponds, it is a haven for wildlife. Here are springbucks or springbokke in our local language grazing on the lush lawns while a pair of guineafowls ample past. There are some many bird species that I’ll soon need a bird book to help me identify some of them. Speaking to the grounds man, he was telling me that they even have some barn owls who keep the rodents down during the night. I believe they want to introduce some falcons for day time pest control.
Wednesday, 2 April 2014
Here is Robert, the Head of Department of the Marketing and Branding of Bosasa Group, my boss man to whom I report to as the New Media Coordinator. As some of you may know the my dyslexia gets me into trouble sometimes and this time it was me emailing Robert last month and starting the mail as "Hi Richard". Maybe because my old boss man was Richard. At least Robert took it well with a threat of it ever recurring, pushups will be in order. And trust Lynda to think of my good health by encouraging Robert to upload the video onto YouTube. Not a good first impression but it can only get better from here.
Tuesday, 1 April 2014
Forgive my double negatives but this aren’t no April’s Fools, but this is the view from my new offices, Bosasa in the Mogale Business Park. Driving in here is like driving into a bird sanctuary with more local bird species seen navigating to my office than seen in the whole year so far. Other than many birds, I have seen tortoises and springboks in the few months leading up to me joining this digital team but today within 5 meters from me this Nyala with his harem of 3 females ambled past grazing.
Now pray tell how on earth I am going to settle down and get work done? At least I should have many blog subjects in the coming weeks.
Monday, 31 March 2014
Saying goodbyes is what this Monday has become. First it was my final handover and say goodbye to National Positions. With a bright future starting tomorrow it was sad in a way to goodbye to where I spent most of my weekly working hours.
Later it was rush to Johannesburg International to see Matthew off on his travels to the Far East. It is his first travels a far without his parents. Here is Akanakaishe and Matthew just before going through customs to board later on an Emirates aircraft and fly out to Bangkok via Dubai. Bon Voyage.
Sunday, 30 March 2014
Tomorrow is my last day at National Positions, and on Tuesday I will be starting a new journey with Bosasa in the West Rand. I am a bit apprehensive but at the same time feeling positive that this new season will bear much fruit.
While driving back from after dropping Matthew off in Benoni, we drove into this amazing sunset. As you can see the thunderstorm over Sandton is diffused by the light of the setting sun. My future is bright in the west.
Saturday, 29 March 2014
The Canon Roadshow has come around again, and although it was packed this time round there wasn't as many familiar faces in the crowds. It is Matthew's weekend with me and he joined me at the roadshow. Out of the few friends there, here is Geraldine and Pascal.
Friday, 28 March 2014
As some of my readers may know, I am big into Ingress, and today MaxyJade, my Resistance agent name, had drinks with my mortal Enlightened enemy, Tabiac aka Allan.
After crossing over the scared battlefields into no man's land, Tabiac turned out to be not the bully I once accused him being but a decent down to earth person, go figure. Sitting drinking Kilkenny, Irish cream ale, we chatted about all things Ingress. MinonGal, another Enlightened agent who also works in the same office popped her head in to introduce herself.
Here is Allan holding his sign in peace, National Sarcasm Society, like we need your support. Maybe, just maybe some Enlightened are not the bad boogieman as we are led to believe, maybe they are just lost souls that have been misled. Bazinga!
Thursday, 27 March 2014
Well as the song goes, you only know you've been high when you're feeling low, only hate the road when you're missing home, only know you love her when you let her go, and you let her go.
This Passenger song flooded my mind when I saw this pitiful scene on the corner of Oxford Road and 11th Ave, just south of Rosebank. Lost lover, breast and hips? Signs like these are all over Johannesburg on street light poles, just about any place is not safe for these muti men and their advertisements for enlargements, protection, and finding the love of your life. Uneducated as I am on tradition African medicine, I simply feel that this type of muti is quackery.
This image has so many stories to tell and whatever it reveals to you, the bottom line is that charlatanism will only led you to disaster. Be yourself, as everyone else is taken. And you let her go.
Wednesday, 26 March 2014
Late this afternoon, Lynda received her new chariot, a super sexy 2013 Honda Brio 1.2 Comfort. When choosing, Lynda wanted a car that was fuel efficient, nippy, comfortable, not too old, a service history, and above all affordable. After scouring the internet, the contenders fitting into the initial list of benchmarks consisted of Citroen C3, Ford Figo, Kia Picanto II, and the Honda Brio. There were others like the Kia Picanto III, Toyota Auris, Toyota Yaris, and the VW Polo but sadly the dealers never got back to us. Oh well their loss as Lynda is ecstatic with her zingy Brio.
The word brio means great energy, confidence, full of zeal, and this zesty Honda Brio sure looks good, it is nippy, light on fuel, drives with enthusiastic vigour, like the Doctor's Tardis it looks small from the outside but wow does it feels spacious inside, and most importantly didn't break the bank. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Lynda and her vibrant Honda Brio.
Tuesday, 25 March 2014
With all the past heavy rains this year, the low level bridge near our home was washed away. Since then we had to travel the long way round when using a car which adds between half to a full hour in rush hour traffic. The bridge itself wasn't completely washed away as parts of it survived enough for walking traffic and of course the Vespa.
Last week contractors arrived and started repairing part of the bridge the survived, widening it enough to fit a small vehicle across or a taxi. The repairs was complete tonight and was soon opened to single vehicle traffic after this photo was taken with my cellphone and of course just after I became the first to ride over it with my Vespa.
Monday, 24 March 2014
After an awesome three day weekend, it is only fitting to start this Ruby Monday with a Ruby Grapefruit eaten with a teaspoon. Now I am ready to tackle this week, hoo-hah! Remember it is only first place or nothing this week as second is only the first loser.
Sunday, 23 March 2014
I like these 3 day weekends so much so I am thinking about starting my own political party were we can get the votes of other likeminded people. The Woza Party is a perfect name for this political animal. Woza Friday! Woza Weekend!
Winding down the weekend is Sunday service at BBC and surprise surprise old friends turned up. Bridgette who has not been well and Saskia who now lives down in the deep south. Coffee anyone?
Saturday, 22 March 2014
I thought I was on something when I saw this green grass moving in and out of traffic. A car covered in grass, who was smoking weed in Cape Town? Oh well at least the mountain will still be there tomorrow. More than Real Artificial Grass was the slogan of Eco Grass, Smokin'! Well there goes feeling the grass between my toes, even if it means never to cut the grass again.
Friday, 21 March 2014
I kind of like these 4 day weeks with Friday being part of the weekend. Today is Human Rights Day here in South Africa. First on our agenda is test driving a few cars. We are looking for a small fuel efficient car that fits into our budget.
Later in the afternoon which is dedicated to relaxing and Ingressing, brought us to Krugersdorp. Here we found "Die Groen Chillie" or if you not South African "The Green Chilli", a smorgasbord of metal artwork. You see there are some good things in the West Rand and I can see myself going back there.
Well as the song goes, you only know you've been high when you're feeling low, only hate the road when you're missing home, only...
The weekend has been good. It was Lynda's birthday and she was spoilt with Spa treatments, Matthew climbed over 300 steps to reach the W...
As some of my readers may know, I am big into Ingress, and today MaxyJade, my Resistance agent name, had drinks with my mortal Enlightene...
Yes I know that majority of Gauteng roads now require permanent 4 wheel drive due to the potholes, it doesn't mean that these large v...
Late this afternoon, Lynda received her new chariot, a super sexy 2013 Honda Brio 1.2 Comfort. When choosing, Lynda wanted a car that was fu...
My mind raced back to my time in Paris as the Disneyland theme Ride, Small World's song squawked out through speakers "It's a s...
In the one corner of our office sits Ella, just outside my fishbowl. She normally has her earphones plug in, head banging, and enjoying her ...
Working at the Bosasa Group's Head Office in Krugersdorp has its perks. I mean my office is situated in this lush eco-park far away ...
Transforming lives is what BBC is about. Here is Rob, Tracy and Gary, together after the service at BBC. These three along with others do a ...