I arrived on an assignment in Westminster a few days before Boris Johnson announced to prorogue Parliament which brought out demonstrators in London.
I had left my camera at home and had to pay £144 for it to be couriered overnight. Instead of packing my charger, my dad put my external DVD player in the box and my camera was flat.
I paid the porter to take my battery to a camera shop in Victoria for them to charge for an hour before my break. Then had two hours to photograph a demonstration before rushing back to my job with The Baroness, an ex peer from the House of Lords.
You see she’d been prepared for this for a long time coming.
She was born into a war.
She learnt to steal sweets at around four knowing that believing in fairytales wouldn’t get her far.
In her teens after school she would enter a shop – grab a string of Caramello Bears and walk out. Or fill a motorbike helmet. Or collect donations using a pencil then rub it out and spend the money on sweets. And jump trains to go to the beach. Or bunk out after midnight and hitch to nightclubs and fake her age to get in. She learnt to be streetwise.
She dreamt of being free and travelling the world.
And didn’t get far. She ended up in the desert for survival techniques. With a little boy who was good and wise beyond his years. With a brilliant mind and natural talent.
Who stopped her from climbing an electric fence one night after her bakkie broke down when they had to walk for hours back to the farm. And who would stand guard while she sneaked around at night to switch her neighbour’s water pipes to fill her windmill tank. And try to prevent her going out on her own at night because she would drive home with the white lines swirling across the road.
After her debauchery ended she was allowed to have a gift – a daughter.
Who had tantrums – bored easily – was stubborn and cheeky and would rather play more than anything else. Full of character.
She tagged along with her to all night prayers at a Nigerian church – to missionary school – to work in an orphanage in Mozambique. She lay by her side when robbers broke into their home one night. She sat with her through flat tyres – breakdowns and getting stuck driving through the mud whenever it rained. She’s walked with her across borders. All for her to learn to keep pressing on.
Her daughter walked off in high heels and left her to face barrenness alone. And like the Rose of Jericho she sprung up to face the storm alone by chasing after her King.
I was persuaded off the street in the Old City of Jerusalem to go into a shop to buy jewelery. I met the Arab owner inside who invited me into the back for a Cuban cigar and espresso and model in a Bedouin wedding dress. He then asked me out to dinner on a rooftop of a fancy restaurant to smoke cigars and drink the finest brandy – I gave him a raincheck. He insisted he would chase me back to Zimbabwe so I had to confess I was in love with another man whom I have known for a long time and only once seen. (Lion Of Judah blog).
I went for a walk in the Old City of Jerusalem yesterday and landed up in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre and fell into the line to enter where Jesus’ tomb lies. Coming out from the tomb I noticed a huge painting which I studied in confusion. A Russian orthodox who works there came up to me so that I could ask him –
‘Whose the lady sitting on the throne?’
‘And whose the man sitting on her left?’
‘But he has a head on his lap!’
‘That’s John the Baptists’
‘And whose the baby on Mary’s lap?’
‘And what’s the crown floating above Mary’s head?’
‘That’s Mary’s because she’s the highest of all’
What the flip.
He took me on a personal tour and showed me a door that led underground to one of the first churches. I found that the most interesting and asked if we could go down. He said he doesn’t hold the key and only prominent church leaders are allowed. I asked what they do down there but he wasn’t sure.
Last night Yeshua gave me a song to sing in Swahili. I don’t know Swahili but I pray and sing tongues in Swahili.
I love sirens. In May I took a ride in an ambulance at a speed of up to 90mph in a 50 zone, from a town in Essex to Queen’s Hospital in Romford. Every other time I’ve been in an ambulance I’ve been captive. This time I felt like part of the crew. I had called 999 as my elderly client’s hand had gone numb. The paramedics arrived in 8 minutes and her BP was 194.
After I left my assignment I had a break inbetween to fit in pampering appointments and play my first game of golf in the UK, with an ex-farmer from Zimbabwe who lost his farm during the land invasions.
And my ILR permit for the UK arrived so I could finally book my flight to Israel.
I am now in an assignment just outside Salisbury for a lady who lived in Israel for some of her youth, as her father was a Colonel in the British Army during the British Mandate after the Balfour Declaration.
It was from here that I went to my visa appointment at the Israeli Consulate in London. As I’m a Zimabawean. The official who did my security check remarked that few white people are from Zimbabwe. I proudly told him that my Great-Great granny was of Jewish heritage. Their surname was changed from Roth to Reid to hide their identity.
As a married woman she went to Botswana as a missionary, as well as my other Great-Great granny from Prussian nobility who went as a missionary wife to Matabeleland. And eventually their son and daughter married eachother. I told him too that the Queen of Sheba was from Zimbabwe.
I didn’t tell him that I’m madly in love with the greatest man alive who was born a Jew. And that He has asked me to go (Kiss Catchers post).
My visa came a week later. And now I have butterflies in my tummy.
It’s the anticipation. It reminds me of when I was in Std 1 at Riverside Primary School in Gweru and a popular boy from Std 5 asked me to kiss him on the field when it’s the break time. I had to put my hand on his open palms like it were the bible and promise I would. I must have sat through class anxious that the school bell would ring because I then chickened out on the field.
And now I’m tiptoe-ing to the field.
Not too long ago I was boldly chasing after Yeshua – swearing things like if He doesn’t come get me ‘I’ll buy a box of cigarettes and stick one between each finger and smoke them altogether’ – the worst threat I could come up with when I was in Victoria Falls (Arrest Jesus post).
And then in May last year after posting On The Hunt, I was sitting all alone on the patio at Wood Fire in Stockbridge, having a brandy and smoking a cigar, which fortunately I had just put out.
When He showed up.
I instantly recognised Him like I’ve always known Him. He looked like He had just stepped off the page of a men’s style magazine. His shoulder length hair flowing as he strided towards me. His eyes were wild and His smile told a story. I felt like a giddy school girl. But then He turned and pulled out a chair a few feet away at a table to the side of me. I was facing towards the road and I could feel He was watching me – knowing I’m too chicken to look at Him. He is the most handsome man I have ever seen. You couldn’t possibly compare Him to anyone. He is God. And I know this because I was awestruck. It is His Glory. I could sense it. He is indescribable! Captivating! My heart was pounding. I was fighting so hard not to collapse. I know now that I couldn’t stand in His presence and not fall at His feet. My heart was on fire with burning love that I could hardly contain. And then after about a long minute, He calmly said ‘Go now’.
He had come to rescue me. Nothing is impossible for Him (Matthew 19 : 26)). I think I had got myself into big trouble ‘down the rabbit’s hole’ by breaking all the rules. But I didn’t know what the rules were. I was only told by one of the managers at Royal Livingstone that there are rules in the spirit world as I was being cheeky.
Hence all my arrests.
When I was at Royal Livingstone Hotel in Zambia in October 2017, I was sitting on the veranda eating breakfast. When a dark presence came from behind me – locking me down and making it difficult for me to keep my knife and fork steady to eat my egg and bacon. I pretended it wasn’t effecting me – clinging to my spirit to ward it off. I stood up after to turn and look the enemy straight in the eye, to let him know I mean war. And sitting there on his own is the bloke who ‘rules the top of the map’.
It’s not my fault I saw him. I didn’t even want to be there. I had no idea how I fell into that world in the first place – with no warning that it even existed. But my Abba Father sent me for a purpose. I guess his father sent him as well.
I was in that world for just over nine months. I think there is a time limit there which I way exceeded. I don’t know how it works – so I didn’t know how to get out. But anyhow I’m a highly trained professional something now – I’m not sure what. I wished I was a proper journalist and knew what my assignment was. And had a PA to help me be better organised. Then I would have had a full blown story. I am a brilliant actress though. And I’m so brave because that was so flipping scary sometimes. I wish it for no-one I like, except I don’t know who I like anymore. Maybe John Eldredge – and I’ll start my list from there because he really knows Yeshua.
Yeshua has asked me to go to Israel except I put a condition on it – that He must chase me this time. But now I’m worrying He will. Because I wrote ‘to play kiss catchers’ and those were my words not His and He is clearly reading my blog and might take me up on the offer. Since I was the one hunting Him and He caught me off guard at Wood Fire.
I’m just going to float on the sea – swim with dolphins – get pampered – explore – mind my own business.
And if He does arrive unannounced again – He has to take me with Him this time.
When I was 16 my mum took me to the movies to watch Out Of Africa. After that I wanted to be Karen Blixen’s successor. I loved her house – adventure – bravery. The romance and the music.
My life never quite turned out that way.
Except that Yeshua has given me a phenomenal gift – I speak fluent Swahili when I pray in tongues.
I’m heading off to Israel as soon as my UK residence permit comes through the post. Until then I have to wait to play kiss catchers with Yeshua. (Blog Kiss Catchers)
I continue as the pawn on the chess board. With Yeshua as the King.
My latest assignments have been to a Jewish lady in Hampstead whose son is a judge. Where I learnt how to keep Kosher. I then returned to a client in Hertfordshire whose stepson is great friends with MP Iain Duncan Smith. After that I went to a job in Berkhamstead to a Freemason who used to be a vet.
On one of my days off I went into London to watch Tolkien at the Curzon in Victoria Street. On Christmas Eve back in 2014 I had watched Hobbits with my daughter there when she came on her first visit to the UK. And where I watched Mary Poppins Returns on Christmas Eve 2018 alone.
Prior to watching Tolkien, I went to lunch at Jamie Oliver’s restaurant on Victoria Street. I was expecting silver service but instead was rebuked for moving tables to a station they weren’t serving. I moved because the table next to me was too noisy and my head was pounding.
On paying my bill I hesitantly asked for a proper explanation as to why I wasn’t allowed to sit where I chose. I had previously been arrested at Real Greek Restaurant, Bournemouth with the excuse that I was ‘disturbing the peace’ when I was actually arguing my bill with the arrogant manager who was disturbing my peace. (Blog Because I’m Worth It). But then this was during the nine months I was sent undercover down the rabbit’s hole to spot all the mad hatters.
Jamie’s burger was the best I have had and then a week later Jamie’s restaurants closed.
I then had a few days inbetween assignments which gave me the chance to vote for the EU Parliament. I knew I was going to vote for Nigel Farage but couldn’t find his name on the ballot paper and confirmed with my dad that he was UKIP. I almost swore after when I realised he was Brexit Party. Perhaps they could just rub it out. If Zimbabwe used pencils they wouldn’t have to intimidate voters.
I’m now on an assignment in Essex having taken over a job from a Ndebele lady from Zimbabwe.