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My Great great grandparents grave stone at Hope Fountain Mission in Matopos, Bulawayo

I remember being so fed up with my life in Mafikeng back in 2006 that I decided to lie in bed and waste away.  It truly was a powerful feeling – to give up.  I had no money and the job I had to build a client’s website had just fallen through.

But then I decided to give God a chance to test my faith.  I stood up and faced the day and got my five year old daughter, Dakota ready for her nursery school in town.

My car didn’t start.  I walked over to the nearby store and found someone to come over to my plot and jump start it.   But the engine was making a terrible sound as well.

That evening I returned home soaring.

I got a new battery for free.
I was given ZAR2000 so I could fix my engine problem and have spare for groceries and the rest of the week.
My daughter was given a place at the International School.
I received the deposit for a place to rent in town.
My order for Captivating by John and Stasi Eldredge arrived in the bookstore.

I lay in the bath that night and read the entire book through to early the next morning.

And two days later my client decided to choose my quote after all for designing her website.

Two years later I left Mafikeng to return to Zimbabwe, wanting to write stories and take photographs for a blog, showing that God is alive in Zimbabwe and give Him glory.  I wanted to be a missionary following in my Great-great grandfather’s footsteps (Back to our roots post).

Beep.  Beep.  Beep.

Many years later and Jesus has told me He will get me a care job through Universal Aunts and that I must go to Israel on the 12th December 2018.   It has been six weeks and I only have 25 days left.  Although the agency knows I am available – I still wait.  Perhaps Universal Aunts aren’t being obedient to the God who owns heaven and earth or Jesus is being playful.

Since I did walk out of my care job from them on the 9th September 2017, leaving BBC’s ex, Michael Peacock in Barnes on the loo and had the fire engine and police arrive instead of the paramedics, in April 2018 at my job from Miracle Workers  while looking after Timmy Edward’s (RTT, SA) mother in Cardiff (On the hunt post ) and parked Colin Stevenson’s car in May 2018, a professor specialising in post war PTSD, doing a private job for him in Nether Wallop, which was then stolen (Because I’m worth it post ) – court case pending due to suing his daughter Rachel Townsend  for my outstanding invoice.

So who dares employ me?

After walking out on Michael Peacock I bought a one way ticket back to Zimbabwe on the 8th October 2017, to become a full time missionary in Victoria Falls.   I stayed at Shearwater Lodge in Victoria Falls for two nights and then walked over the border to the Royal Livingstone Hotel in Livingstone Zambia, expecting to have a real encounter with Jesus and my mission would take off from there.  Except presidents stay at this hotel and in faith I used all the money I had for my mission, on US$350 per night accommodation for five days and left my suitcase with my food supplies to a school in Simonga village, where I had shown the Jesus Film in July last year.

I then went back over the border to the Victoria Falls Hotel to find my cell phone, which I left by mistake in the loo the day I went across to Zambia and asked them to charge it for me.  I left my suitcase in the luggage room and went for a swim in their pool, then popped down to the Lookout cafe for a hamburger which I ate it in faith and told them after I would have to find some way to pay.

Walking along the path through the bush back to the hotel, I met some guys selling curios.   Peace showed me his wooden carving of a group of elephants which were beautiful.  He asked me how much I thought he should sell it for and I said US$40.  I told him I can’t buy it though as I had no money.  He then told me how they were all struggling to feed their families – I burst into tears and offered to buy them groceries in faith from the TM grocery store for $40.

We filled the trolley with what he needed and when it came to paying – my bank card was still blank.  No fish and loaves miracle.  So we abandoned the trolley and went to fetch my suitcase and Peace walked with me for an hour to my cousin, Michael Thorne’s holiday home.

He owns numerous veterinary surgeries in the UK plus a helicopter and in July last year, when I visited him in Victoria Falls on my Jesus Film Project mission, he offered me his home as a base for my future mission.

But on arriving I was met by strangers staying there.  And before entering, my phone rang – the Lookout cafe were asking me to pay before they closed up for the day.  I phoned Robert, a pastor I met in July last year who had helped me hire a hall to show the Jesus Film.  He had also taken me to the municipality to put my name down for land I wanted to buy once I had gone back to the UK to do some care work and saved up to build a small rondawel on a plot.  He works at ZB Bank and I asked him if he could loan me $16 to pay the Lookout Cafe – I phoned Pride, my taxi driver and asked him to fetch Robert and collect me.  Peace came with to be dropped off in town and Robert and I went into pay.  He gave me $20 and allowed me to keep the change and he paid Pride for the taxi.

The next morning Michael sent me a frantic whatsapp from the UK asking me where I was – I told him I was lying in his bed and he told me that I couldn’t stay there and to go back to the UK and he would pay my flight.  I told him Heidi Baker bought a one way ticket to Mozambique arriving without hardly any money and I was doing the same.

In July last year I had travelled up in my parent’s car which then broke down in Gweru and again in Zambia, so I bought a new gearbox to be fitted at Levi’s workshop in Victoria Falls – four months later and it still wasn’t repaired – I’m still waiting.

So I had to walk to Elephant Hills carrying my golf clubs and stopped at the Seven Eleven shop for sanitary pads as my periods had started that morning using $2 out of my $4 .   A taxi driver stopped alongside me and offered me a free lift and took me into town – I said I would walk the rest which is 4 kms out of town and he told me I couldn’t because of elephant – by this time being trampled by an elephant was the least of my worries so he took me all the way.

Without the $10 to play golf I left my bag at the clubhouse and walked the course instead.  On reaching the 9th hole I sat under a tall acacia tree and got another whatsapp from Michael moaning how he had to pay my daughter’s term fees for Peterhouse boarding school back in January 2016 when I had cancer – even though he had offered.  It certainly didn’t sound like his tone and I was so fed up by this stage I just wrote – whatever. 

I sat upstairs at the hotel bar overlooking the course sipping my last coke and on leaving was met outside by Surprise,  a taxi driver who had taken me to Langton’s shop in Monde Village in April last year to show the Jesus film.  He offered me a free lift to Michael’s and I burst into tears along the way telling him no-one loves me except Jesus and my kids.

The next morning I took my tent and rucksack plus a bag of mielie meal; bully beef and some candles from Michael’s pantry to stay with Tafadzwa, the receptionist at Zambezi National Park for the night, who cooked me crocodile for supper.  With no money I decided to travel to Troutbeck to sell my car that I had lent to the Hallowes.  The next night Tafadzwa paid for my bus fare to Harare and on the way to the bus rank I went back to my cousin’s house to fetch my suitcase and leave his house keys but Forget, the gardener had locked the gate and gone off.

The next morning I arrived in Harare and stayed at my cousin, Val Martin’s for a few days before travelling with a friend, Natalie Hallowes to Nyanga.  I stayed for a couple of weeks in the house my parent’s once stayed in as caretakers for John Bredenkamp – part of Zimbabwe’s cartel.  I packed up their furniture which had been left for two years after they settled in the UK.

On travelling through to Harare the day after Robert Mugabe’s resignation – to auction my late Granny’s silver – I took a wrong turn and ended up at the State House only to be overtaken by an entourage moving Mugabe out of office to his residence.  Had I been a professional  journalist  – I could have recorded his departure.

Later  I sent my granny’s antique furniture by train from Mutare to Victoria Falls to set up a base for me there only to leave it there and be brought back to the UK by my mother (Arrest Jesus post).

I feel like I have been human trafficked.  What am I doing in the UK and what is it about Victoria Falls that I cannot live there and be a missionary amongst the Ndebele?

I feel like Jonah in the whale’s tummy.

In July I used my last bit of cash to buy feathers from The Feather Shop in the UK to make and sell feather earrings I designed – with the idea of ‘He will cover you with His feathers…Psalm 91’ only to be sold duds and not refunded.

I then took a job at La Sablonnerie Hotel in Sark, Channel Islands before it closed for the season earning pittance but renewing my confidence in the human race, thanks mostly to the Jersey tourists.

And at the moment I am housekeeping for my father in Shaftesbury as my mother is away caring for Universal Aunts.

Now I feel like Jonah sitting under the tree.

God has since asked me to to sell my photographs for my Israel mission trip.

And if He can provide ZAR2000 in one day – He can surely supply £2000 for Israel in 25 days.

If God could test my faith when I was on baby food – I guess He can test my faith even more now that I am on solid food.

Dear Joseph – I know your pain.
And Job
And Jeremiah
And Elijah
And Paul.

Why couldn’t I be like Ruth or Esther?

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