Facebook Mess Up

For all it's virtues, Facebook is putrid when it comes to customer service or particularly, password recovery issues. So someone tries to hack my account for Lord knows what, then when I try to log in I am told that I am not me coz I tried to log on earlier and didn't know my password, so my account was temporarily blocked so I could prove beyond a doubt that I am me.

Problem is, the e-mail adress I used when opening the account a few years back doesn't exist no more. 24.com just woke up one day and decided that's it. Another case of very bad customer service, buy thats one for another day. So now I had a blocked account with an obsolete e-mail adress. I then changed my e-mail adress and all seemed well, until the recovery code that was supposedly sent to me, failed to arrive at my changed e-mail addy. So now with no recovery code, an obsolete e-mail addy and a blocked account, I couldn't dispense my weekly vitriol on whatever subject matter I took a fancy too! Heck, there is no greater frustration than a prophet with no voice!

So this whole past week I am unblocking and waiting for the required 24 hour change so i can log on, but nada, I have had to change my password about 5 times, open up new e-mail adreses and have gotten lost in the maze of secret codes. Still, 2 weeks later, I was told to check in 24 hours. Incredibly bad!

But then again, I do understand that I am one in 500 million clamouring for attention and this is a free service anyway, so I will be back tomorrow, to see if I can log in to my account. If not, I shudder to think how my fans will be brainwashed by pseudo-experts and armchair historians, undoing all the great work I have convinced myself I am doing. I kid you not, Facebook is useless when it coms to keeping a bona fide historian and master of all things virtuous on air. Lol


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Breaking Barriers

Very often those who break new barriers and enter new open new doors, shut them tight behind them so that no one else like them may enter. Their desire to be the first sees them transformed from groundbreakers into gatekeepers. The worst enemy of the marginalised is often those who were supposed to be opening the way.

It can be extremely frustrating when faced with such a scenario for many people yet even here it is possible to achieve your intended goal. Those who were yesterdays' trendsetters very often are transformed into todays' dream killers. A certain individual I am casually acquainted with has finally broken into the mainstream in their chosen vocation. When they got their big break, the community they came from and with whose support they made it, were hopeful that this would be the chance many of them were waiting for. Instead what they experienced left them both angry and disappointed. When requested to bring more people like themselves in to the company, they remarked that there were none. As a former mentor of the said person, I knew for a fact that in their chosen field there were about 10 other individuals of greater talent and depth, 2 of them complete naturals. But this was not the news the person in question conveyed, preferring to let the organisation believe that they were the only gifted person from that area.

Sadly I see this scenario often repeating itself even today. Yet I want to say to those who have been left outside through the efforts of one they championed and supported wholeheartedly, there is another way. Their dreams can still be achieved even in the face of this betrayal. Even this new barrier can be broken. Our God is a God of justice and fairness and will not tolerate indefinetly those who seek to hold you back. If the door you had planned to walk through is bolted in your face by one you trusted, deal with the disappointment first. Realise that nothing and no-one can destroy what God has placed in you. Then focus on finding another opening or avenue to the same destination. Very few places have only one major highway that leads to them. A friend was remarking how interesting and insightful his drive through South Africa was, which took him through the dust & dirt roads of this beautiful country. He returned completely invigorated and inspired by the ordinary people he met on his way through the interior and can't stop talking about settling in one of those quaint villages one day. From this I deduced that a detour to your intended destination can at times provide much needed knowledge and information. Although we both arrived in Johannesburg the same week, his journey was one I wished I had been on.

So embrace your detour and make the most of the lessons life has waiting for you. Nothing and no-one can stop your march to your destiny if you view it as such. As for those who have chosen to stop others from making their mark, you efforts are fruitless and are birthed in envy. The will not succeed.

Conquering the Odds Finally Ready!

I am pleased to announce that finally the book Conquering the Odds is set for release this coming Friday! All the late nights, working on red-eye flights and net cafe's pounding away at the laptop are finally coming to fruition. Whew!

The greater joy however will be the many peole it hopefully will inspire and move to action. It is a book I had to dig deep within to summon out. A lady once asked me in Derby, United Kingdom, "What inspires you?"

I had to think real deep before the answer came flooding from within. "Words", I responded, "because from such are giants born and worlds created. Words, they are the greatest tools given to mankind." I was taken aback by my response. I hope the words contained within this book will build and nourish dreams, so that the readers' reality may be changed to reflect their deepest desires for success. I consider it a privilege and an honour to be able to bring you life's greatest gift...inspiring and motivation Words.

From Religion to Reality Part 1

This is my testimony, a story that has not been told too many times. I trust that it will inspire you towards a more complete life in Christ!

The Compositions of Ke Nii

I Saw Jesus!

Ok here goes.....He didn't simply walk towards me, He strutted with a walk that said, "I am the King of the World!" Tall, regal, upright posture with an assuredness that defies logic. Powerful and bold, yet humble and kind, He came into the room...

And stood in the far left corner. It was roundabout 3:20am. I was awoken by a hissing sound, almost like a gushing wind that engulfed the room. I woke slowly making sure I was aware of what was going on around me. The room was filled with light, a light that seemed to envelop my soul as well. I sensed the aroma of power, like a sweet scent of love ... and peace, yet power and might. I realised that there was someone else in the room besides myself. As I turned to my left, there HE was!

It was spell binding and oh so glorious! My spirit was cartwheeling and somersaulting in jubilation. I got the sense that these two knew each other. Thats when I realised that we are not our bodies, definetly not! Because my body didn't react but my spirit danced before it's owner! It was magical.......then He spoke.....

I have been asked the question by Andrew Longworth, a childhood friend from way back in Sunningdale, what colour He was. Whilst I dont want to make that a centrepiece of this discourse, I also have the responsibility to answer it. He was brown/black, almost an Ethiopian shade/Somalian tan. From the moment that my spirit sensed Him walking down an L-shape corridor of the Libertas Grande Clinic in Goodwood, it simply knew that He was coming to see me. This incident didnt happen by chance though as I had spent the previous 6 months in fervent prayer. Two hours each evening, two hours each morning, saturating myself with the written, visual and audio gospel to the point that I shut off literraly from the world and it's doings. No news, no TV, no newspapers, just the fervent application of prayer as I needed a miracle to reverse a situation I found myself in. May I at this point state that I have never been an overly religious person. Church was for Sundays, Christmas and funerals. That's how I lived. But then I met Mervyn Hennesey, and my life would never be the same again.....

Look what Grace is up to Now!

God's grace is somewhat not easy to comprehend nor understand from a human perspective. For whenever grace is qualified to withdraw itself, there it chooses to manifest itself in splendid fashion.

Consider a smitten, stricken and fatally injured Jesus, bleeding from the most exacting torture ever inflicted by men on any human whom ever lived. That's where grace would have been most perfectly understood had she decided to withdraw herself from the ravaging mob below. Yet in that second, grace summoned up her last words. And they were, well.......graceful.

Instead of crying "Father destroy them for they are destroying me, Grace pleaded FOR her torturers saying, "Father please forgive them, for they know not what they are doing." She looked beyond their stupendous ignorance, overlooked their monumental cruelty and imbecility, and only saw how much in need they were of.....Grace. It's astounding.

How great the level of depravity and callousness must be in man, for Him who is all powerful, to ignore the pain inflicted on His blameless Son, and instead be heavily saddened by the inhumane state humans had descended to. Yet having witnessed this first-hand, Grace once again cried out on man's behalf at the exact point when man had lost all worthiness of her.

And so it is even today that in our darkest hour of the self inflicted hurt and pain we submit ourselves to, or the willing sin we repeatedly committ by showing scant regard for our neighbour, Grace cries out, "Father forgive them, for they know not what they are doing."

What is it that we do not know that we are doing, that causes Grace to cry and lament this to God, in the face of the cruelty we exert on her? Is she crying out on our behalf because she knows the magnity of the response God can rightfully inflict on us? Or is she astounded by the level of ignorance we possess that made us kill heaven's darling?

It seems to be a combination of both. that Grace knows the mighty hand of Elohim which parted oceans, razed cities to the ground and opened up the earth to swallow ten thousand of Moses followers for doing something much less serious than crucifying Christ. Grace also knows the darkness that has enveloped our spirits and minds in this depraved world. So much so that she counts her physical pain of less importance than our depracity. The question then begs, if such a hallowed cry to heaven is heeded and a murderous and hypocritcal people are spared their well deserved annhiliation, surely a great pity or love must be felt for man. That would mean that we are millions of miles away, metaphorically speakin,g from the specie we were when grace helped shape us in God's hand. So then it must be true that sin has stripped man of all his God inspired inclinations. Even amogst believers, we are to be found lying, cheating, stealing, buying stolen goods, fornicating and being slothfull. And by doing so we crucify Heaven's darling all over again. And again, in his darkest hour, Grace calls out to heaven, "Just one more time, give them just one more chance, for they still don't know what on earth they are doing."

And once again Elohim, Him who drowned the Egyptian army, Him whose nostrils blew 2 oceans apart, Him whose little finger spanned the earth's great mountains, once again He relents from giving a stark mad people their just deserts. All because Grace cried out from her soul unto Him, saying "Forgive them, they have no clue what they are doing."

Grace.....there is nothing like her!"