Continuing from Insert 76 My mind debated whether I should tell him about how I feel or not but then again what purpose will that serve us. I watched him as him face was covered with grieve. Sis Bandile: xolweni torhwana kodwa ixesha lenu kudala liphelile. Bonga: I thank God ngawe Azunqu, ungoyena mntu ongadikwayo ndim. Me: kodwa Bonga how could you say that? ndingadikwa njani nguwe? youve always been there for me from sisakhula wama nam till today, Enkosi. He rested his head on my shoulder and I stopped myself for brushing his head with my hand. Sis Bandile cleared her throat. Bonga and I both got up from our seats, he held both of my hand looking me straight in the eyes. Me: theres something I need to tell you. I let go of his hands and look down. Bonga: what is it? is everything okay? Sis Bandile: torhwana ixesha liphelile naphinda nincokole. Bonga: ndizakunqaba until izinto zibe calm endlini. Me: okay. He come closer to me and gave me a hug and he left. Sis Bandile escourted me to my cell. I got there and Paris was swallen. Me: haybo utheni uParis? Paris: You know what Mama? the world has never accepted Jesus so how can they accept me, if they never accepted my Father? my brethren John the baptist was beheaded because of the gospel, Jesus was crucified because of the gospel now the offsrings of vipers are attacking Paris, you know what just like the Jesuss desciples I will die for the gospel. Me: Linda bamtheni? Linda: anditsho kaloku lidelakufa elingoyikimntu linento yothi nzalandini yenyoka xa libiza abantu. Paris: I will die for the truth and gospel and I will again to go them tomorrow and tell them the same thing I told them today. Linda: yoh usezakungonjwa mos. Akhona: uyabamba kakuhle lo Paris. Linda: mxim sisbhanxa wethu esi esingafun uhoywa. She grabbed a bible and read it. Later on that day, we went to the hall for the service. While we were busy worshipping Paris came to the front and stood next to me. She grabbed the Mic from me and stopped us from singing. Ndathi krwaqu uLinda ndafike eziqumile ubuso zintloni, yayigaske nam ndith ukuziquma. Paris: for those of you who dont know me Im Paris Zeeland, Im not going to brag to you guys about my love for Jesus because I fail him everyday but Im going to brag about his love for me because His love has never failed me. You know, every time I think of the bad things I did, the innocent people Ive hurt, the grieve I caused my family, the children Ive abandon, I end up asking myself that how does the Lord do it? How does He continue to forgive me and love me, how does He look at a person who killed her own father with love and compassion. She wiped the tear off her face and said. Paris: for years I held on to the pain that my dad caused me, the disgraced he put me through by impregnated me twice at a very young age maar vandag is the day let go of the pain and forgive my father. I forgive him for raping me for 6 years. I bow my head and cried, Paris knelt down lifted his one hand and held the mic with the other hand. Paris: yes I am forgiving my father today but the scars will not disappear. They testify that I have been through something and I overcame it. They are a reminder of what I survived in life. You know what? the scars of life dont define my character yes I have 2 children from my dad but that doesnt define my character but defines my journey in life. We all have scars even Jesus had scars, He had the nails prints in His hand, the marks of the thorns in his head, you know why because every winner, every survivor has got a scar in her life. I bow before the Lord today because I want him to close the wounds and heal my scars. While she was busy preaching the prisoners went to the front and knelt before her one by one including myself and Linda some where crying others went towards her and hugged her while she was busy. And that was Pariss first sermon.
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