MY JOURNEY HOME FROM LUSAKA.
Morning 🌄 came it was beautiful, we drunk and ate, but I never knew when I was going to die, that voice which spoke,"you were supposed to die today but God still love you...." strengthened me to live on. I started suffering with some fits, I never knew when I were going to faint, it became so worse. My brother GC, decided that Zephaniah should take me back to my parents, maybe they could find medicines from the witch doctors. That was strange to me because I never believed in witch doctors but God. who was I to decide what to do? helpless was written upon my wrist by the invisible foe, they knew if they were successful to take me through the witch doctor, they would chain me forever as a slave of darkness. Is there a difference between a witch and a witch doctor? who knows? what were they planning to save me from dying!
The day of our journey to the land of Litawa my father's homeland came very fast. The sky were clear, blue in colour but my mind was dimmed with fear of dying. We bought a ticket to Mongu, as were closing the Kafue river, I started praying, "Lord save me, it's not yet over. My brother who were with me testified that after I prayed such prayer, my face shone like an angel of God, he knew that the angel was beside.
The bus arrived in Mongu, I saw flood plain, truly I was home but I never knew what will be next in my life. We bought another bus to Nalikwanda, here I saw the Lui,🤔 where this river is taking it's water it's the land of Litawa the village of my father Moses Chinyama. As we came closer to the village 😭 I told my brother to go ahead to the village for I had to remain in the plain to talk to God first. I knew that this place where I have come is where the throne of an enemy was. I said Lord iam here , if I to die accept my soul, remember my Lord the promise you made to me in LUSAKA that you still love me to leave on. After I spoke those words the angel who went before me, comforted me to endure this pain for a season only , that I may understand God's grace upon my life before iam sent to preach the gospel. I woke up from my praying ground and I started moving toward Lyuma village. The song of praise and worship echoed the land of Litawa as I sung loudly well walking, at a distance my voice was heared, even the witch himself heared me singing loudly, a Tonga song, " Father we are your children, let us enter in your fold, as Jesus is still preached, stand for those who have chosen to follow you, there is sickness, there is death and their is crying, Father we are your children." that song strengthened my spirit to keep on fighting until the end.
Finally I knocked at the village, my mother welcomed me with tears, I was given food to eat, I slept. what happened next read the following chapter as I unfold the story. 😔