Page 1 - Good News June 2017 paper

y name is Arnold Kan- Zimbabwe, where I was working in
diwa. I came to South
MAfrica in 2009. I left worse in that country, and I lost
he then dropped us at Musina.
a butchery at the time. Things got
my job. My brother was already
living in South Africa, so I decided
to come to South Africa, since
there was no work in Zimbabwe.
I arrived at Beitbridge Border
Station. I paid money to cross the
border. However, people were
dishonest. They took my money,
but then cut my trousers and held
me back so that I could not reach
South Africa. Fortunately, we
could cross the border through
another fence.
Circumstances grew even worse.
When we crossed the border, we
came to a nearby petrol station. A
South African man saw us. He
offered to take us to Musina for a
fare of R100. We told him that we
could not afford it. He was to go. But we eventually as young
actually asking us too much. Still,
I was not a Christian at that time. A
woman was selling 'pap'. I asked
her for something to eat. Another
man gave us cigarettes to sell so
that we could survive. The
packets of cigarettes were soon
finished and our money also. I
soon met another man who
attended a high school in
Zimbabwe near the place where I
had worked. Being desperate and
hopeless, we started drinking…
We were hoping to reach Johan-
nesburg to find a job. While we
waited, we slept there on the
ground. I recalled that when I was
in Zimbabwe, I realized that
something was missing from my Arnold Kandiwa
life. I knew I had to call upon the look for work, but I couldn't find
Name of the Lord. I used to go to any job.
church. My parents used to tell us
One day, tired and hungry, I was
men just wanted to play and walking down the street. A small
frequently skipped church. But I paper, nestled in the branches of
remembered my parents telling a tree, caught my attention. It was
us that when we were in trouble,
we had to call upon the Name of called the “Good News”. I started
reading.
the Lord. So I told my friends, “We
need to pray”.
There were two verses that
impacted me. The first was Mark
I prayed to the Lord to help me get 10:43. I remember it so well! It
a job and reach my brother in said, “But so shall it not be
Potchefstroom. Later on, the
second day, we started walking among you: but whosoever will
be great among you, shall be
along the road. We tried to hike, your servant”. So if you want to
but no one wanted to give us a lift. be great, you must be a servant.
Then I just decided to kneel down
and pray - right there in the road. The next verse was John 6:35 -
And the Lord helped me!
“And Jesus said unto them, I am
the Bread of Life: he that cometh
It was late and we spent another to Me shall never hunger; and he
night on the road. In the morning, I that believeth on Me shall never
prayed again and we got a lift to thirst.” I then started thinking,
Johannesburg. I later reached “What should I do? How should I
Potchefstroom. Once there, I went
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