I have one mind, but two are in this making
The things I hate and will not to do, do torment
That which I love and will to do does melt
My conscious is a binary revolving wheel
I can’t withstand this unmutual gravitation
I can’t understand this confusing sentiment
There’s no synonymity on this never peaceful page
Things are always clashing, things are revolving
Alas, I have one Master, one Maker of this life
Whom I pride to please and make my humble plea
By the name of Christ’s evil, be you and be gone!

I have one life, but another seem to intervene
It undresses my righteousness as it oppose
It snares with trouble over the face of my faith
Convert my doctrine of peace to flames of vain
Encompasses my memory in strain and strife
My only joy jerks back delaying my spiritual progress
My peace is prodded and my power is in need

I have one king, but there seem to be another
Him of corruptive manner, an enemy in my king’s territory
Whose gruesome shadowy figure hides in the dark?
The kid’s candle wicks burn every night with fear
The nations rage and traverse every now and then
The angels of darkness are stirring up the trouble
And God has called over and over again
“If you may only let me help you, if you may only listen
I shall make you realize that the devil you fear is a painted picture
The one Christ has made a public spectacle of!”


About Ephraim-Leo Chaparadza

A Zimbabwean who've fled from his country due the perils it was facing, the basic reason that first came in my mind when i've decided to fled was the condition of my two loved ones, sister and ageing grandmother, i wanted the best for them and to seek the means to expose my talent. Believe me, i've got worlds to share, i know life to a great sophisticated standard, though my english is not quite accurate, with the help of all on this site i'm positively sure i'll pull up. My father was a builder in the Rural areas of Murehwa in Zim, he passed away when i was five and that's how i got seperated from my mother when she returned to her first husband. And i was left in the hands of my aunt, she was a loving and one of the good role model of my life, she followed my father when i was eleven, and i was left in the hands of her children.I had to be passed from family to another and life wasn't quite good at all, i find it very hard to make peace with myself. For more about mylife, i'm on progress of my autobiography titled (The other border jumper). I've came to SA three times through risk means (under the spare wheels of trucks) due my conditon of not having anything to buy me a visa, this is the only choice i had. The third time is this, i've never been home after i've lost my grandma, work being a problem in Pretoria i've decided to come to Cape Town, with an aim to find a ship and sail away, but that wasn't God's plan. In the street i joined a Church (Christ Embassy) it was of great inspiration than any church i've attended before. A friend i met in this Church refered me to a project called Mylife (http://www.mylife.org.za/ ) The main task of the project is this, it empowers youth and children, especially from the street, role modelling and equiping them to be the caregivers of the future. This is where i'm staying now, where i've learned to use computers, and a lot more other things and i'm grateful.

Posted on March 6, 2011, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

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