He Is More Than Just a God

Back to the City 

In the city, my brother was relocating to Jeepestown, a few kilometers east of Johannesburg. We were going to stay in the house of a family relative named Judith. We moved in and adapted to the environment. I made new friends, such as Judith’s son, who was in grade 9 at that time. 
I was still working for my auntie’s husband, whom I would like to thank for his role in my life. The job was getting better because they would call me regularly three or more times a week. I was becoming more familiar with the streets of the city. I could board a train and do a lot of things on my own, but I had no girlfriend. The girls of the city wanted someone who was financially stable and could entertain them by buying booze and taking them to the cinema or the Soweto pubs. As much as I wished it, I couldn’t afford that kind of a life. 
It was now October 2006, almost a year since I passed my exam. My birthday is in October, and for it Robert bought me a cake and beer. A girl I had been flirting with bought me a watch and a few other things. 
Life continued. I was suffering but not seeing that this person called Jesus Christ could rescue me from my misery. I did not even have a Bible in my life. I don’t know what manual I was using to live my life; the only true one is the Bible, and the only true mentor is Jesus Christ, the Son of the living God, who died and was resurrected for me. But I was not aware of that during this time. 
I continued working with my aunt. On the little she paid me, I could at least afford to buy beer and cigarettes. I could occasionally buy airtime on my phone to call another girl I had flirted with in Venda. I would sometimes do Robert’s laundry in exchange for money. My brother was always telling me to go to school, but I was no longer sure whether I wanted to or not. Tshikonelo was always thinking of what was best for me, even when he was broke. 
Meoketsi pimped (to upholster ones car) his car by putting mag rims on it and improving the sound system. I loved it when I saw it, but I was not jealous at all. I was confident that my brother would buy a car one day, and I knew he would let me drive it too. He shares with me whatever he has in his life. 
There were times when Moeketsi fetched Robert and left me behind. At other times, Tshikonelo and Tshifhiwa also left me behind. On the other hand, Tshikonelo and Tshifhiwa are blood cousins—sometimes they needed a little bonding time on their own. However, we were all a bit disappointed when Moketsi didn’t take us along, because we liked to use the car on weekends. Tshifhiwa and Tshikonelo were going to be driving cars before long because they were educated and working their way up. Miserable me was nowhere. 
It was November and the year was coming to an end. I was working full time with my aunt. Cassettes were piling up because toward December, many people get bonuses and place orders. I was not getting paid well. I can’t complain because the payer was not in me, simply meaning that I chose not to “be paid.” 
During this time, the streets were flooded with criminals under the influence of Satan. It was more severe in town. Criminals were busy, their crimes were becoming more excessive, and cops were having nightmares. Deceivers were common, some using their god as an object. You can’t use the true God to perform such deceit, because when the spirit of the true, living God is in you, you must be holy. A holy person can’t deceive people. 
I was amazed by all of this. I had not been aware of it before, being a baby in the city, and it made me fear the city more. 

The Holidays and Afterward 

In December, Robert bought a car. I was very happy because I knew that if Robert had car, we would have no trouble getting transport wherever we felt like going. On the twentieth of December, we went to Venda—Tshifhiwa, Tshikonelo, Robert, and I. Robert would have been the perfect driver, but he was legally imperfect because he didn’t have a license to drive. So Tshikonelo was the one who was driving the car. We arrived home safely and were not stopped by any traffic officers because Jesus Christ of Nazareth was with us. 
We really enjoyed our holiday. The car was parked at my home, which was a good thing for me because it gave me an opportunity to drive it. Everything went according to plan. It was pity because my mental state was very good, but still so very limited. The only unlimited mind is one that knows the Son of God, Jesus Christ. Believers think in abundance; they can do exceptionally well. 
I knew that after December would come another year with new beginnings. My dreams of pursuing an accounting career had been coming back, but in December the dream vanished completely because of alcohol. I had fun celebrating New Year’s Eve, but in the back of my mind I was starting to panic. I knew that I had a long way to go, and even though I was blind, I was able to see other blind people suffering. 
January is a month most people hate. The haters are those whose refrigerators are empty, whose bank accounts are empty, whose debits are bouncing, whose phones are irritably ringing from the creditors inquiring about payments due. Some people stop paying on their accounts at the end of September, saying, “I will pay in December with my bonus money.” But when that money comes, they want too much to even take hundred rand out to pay their debts. 
In January in South Africa, there is braai, loans with an 80% interest rate. The national credit regulator does not approve of such loans; however, braai is common because people who do not have Christ Jesus need another way to help them overcome their debts. I was a victim exactly like the others because I was broke, and Jesus Christ was far away from my life. 
In January, some parents even sell their belongings to get the money for tuition fees for their children. This desperate behavior has a negative effect on the children. Some commit suicide because they are under pressure. 
One of the biggest mistakes that a parent can make in this world is to live without Jesus Christ, because without an example at home, it becomes harder for the children to receive Jesus Christ. Such children become discouraged and lose faith in their dreams. They resent their parents. The most dangerous thing is that the Devil gains more power to influence the children, and that leads the children deeper into their sinful transgressions, away from the light of Jesus Christ.