"The world descends into madness,
Blood, guts and the din of thunder overhead.
The screaming of children and wailing of women fill the air,
Men flee in terror as the stench of death
Pastor Nkosi Mbene’s death was untimely; he still had so much to give to the world. He was loved by all those around him. After hearing about the news, one of the old men had smiled and said,
Ke eo Monyofu a se a tshaba ho kopa phahla ya tshwene ho mohatsae Sebueng, tsatsing la bona la pele ba qeta ho nyalana. A qamaka, a inahana hore khana o tla qala kae.
Ke ha a phasolloha are, “Ha
Ka tsatsi le leng banna ba bararo ba sebetsang mmoho ba ne ba dutse tafoleng ba ja dijo tsa mothseare. Ha ntse ba dutse jwalo monna e mong ho bona a be a se a nyamellwa ke leqa la nama. Kaha e ne e
Yare mapantiti a ntse a dutse a emetse ho tloswa diseleng hya tjhankaneng, ho be ho se ho kena mohlokomedi ka sekgetjhana sa pampiri se ngotsweng mabitso. Mohlokomedi ke ho qala a bitsa mabitso he.
Cigarette smoke lingered in the air, completely filling up our small confined sanctuary. It was a moment of exhilarating insanity that had led us there. It was an evening of laughter, music, dancing,