Wednesday, August 10, 2022

Drunk…yet Godly!

I found God this week; yes I found God.

I would never have thought God could show up in the heart of a drunken young boy but sure he did.

Funny how we look for God in labels, when we should look for God in the hearts of men…”that boy is a brother so he will help me…..if God has to send help, it has to be through a church elder…”

We label somebody a staunch church member and automatically expect them to be the help you need when you need help…in the same vein, you see a prostitute and write them off as possible Good Samaritans…that is wrong. Let God be God and let God show up as Rahab the prostitute, who attained righteousness by being the God heart to the Hebrew spies…Let God be God and let him show up as Moses the murderer…who not only delivered the Jews from Pharoah but led them to the gates of the promised land.

Like I said, this week God revealed himself through the heart of a young boy, barely 20 and, yes, perfumed with alcohol!

I left Gaborone around 6am; I underestimated the trip to Hukuntsi where I had to make a presentation as part of a project I was working on.

I drove off from Gaborone with the intention to fuel the car at Gabane but it slipped my mind. I picked my travelling companion from Mogoditshane and completely forgot about fuelling…was it a bad omen?

Luckily, I made it to Jwaneng where I paid P500 all in all for petrol and engine oil and set off to Kang/Hukuntsi.

We had to be there at a specific time otherwise all was lost; by the time we arrived in Kang, we were down to a quarter tank and we topped up and refilled the oils, the tyres and took a 5-minute break to chat to a traveller from Namibia who had hit an ostrich.

Maybe we should not have done that, in some quarters people believe bati ea tshelwana! I could easily do that as I had 90minutes before the closing time and was told I could do the remaining Kang/Hukuntsi in 1hr. After a short while I turned left and before me was a nice wide road, under construction but quite pleased that it wasn’t gravel or potholed.
My, my I was so wrong!

As I took off, I picked the speed to just over 100km and within 15minutes the car was sliding all over the road I couldn’t control it. It went on like that and suddenly it shot off the road and was on auto drive right into the wildlife fence; it’s the sand that saved me. As the car came to a halt, the front tyres burst but the fine Kgalagadi sand held it and brought it to a stop.

I was afraid to get out; I have never been in any sort of car accident. Then reality struck me: I was 70 minutes from the deadline, spent almost P700 on petrol and had lost 2 tyres. What do we do now?

Four guys on horseback lifted the car from the sand but we could not drive it back to the filling station, though we were just under a kilometre from there.

We had to make a decision and make it quick. I asked my companion to remain with the car and get some people to fit the spare tyres whilst I tried hiking to Hukuntsi, which soon proved to be a nonstarter.

We had, however, come too far to fail, risked so much to go back empty handed. Then the penny dropped – Hukuntsi is 60minitutes from Kang.

I walked back to the filling station and negotiated with every car that passed by for them to drive me to Hukuntsi.

Fifty minutes into the deadline, a car that didn’t look like it could move a kilometre stopped and the driver, who happened to be a mechanic, agreed to drive me to Kang.

I paid him P450 and we sped off.

It was only when we arrived in Hukuntsi on time and submitted the project that I realised that I was covered all over with dust and my wig had tilted; at least my sorry sight moved them to pity to accept my submission without asking much.

As we drove back, I learnt from my new friend that this road project has been on for a few years and has caused a number of accidents, as some parts of it are slippery.

We arrived in Kang around 18:00hrs and now worked on the tyres and by the time we were done and ready to head back to Gaborone, I was out of cash, and the petrol wasn’t enough to take us all the way.

But it took us further beyond Jwaneng.

It was 22:00 hours and we pulled into a service station and tried to negotiate. All we needed was P150 in fuel and I even asked them to keep my laptop as security to be redeemed the next day with the P150 payment. For God’s sake, they couldn’t swipe and I didn’t have any options.
They said NO!

Just as we were explaining to the 3rd “supervisor”, a young man walked to me stinking to high heavens of alcohol. He extended a P200 note to me.
“Sister, can this do for you?”

I looked at him to check him out. Who are you? Where have we met? Do I know your mother…ware o mang?

”Mma wee! You are asking too many questions, o dira eng ka leina lame, kante ga o re ga lena petrol?”

He shoved the P200 note into my hand and left, speeding off with a few other boys of about 22years.
I was left speechless. Now the “supervisor” was embarrassed; he was at pains to explain himself as to how he was going to work out a plan to assist us; he even told me not to trust my “Good Samaritan.”

“These young boys drink too much, speed too much!”

It humbled me that a total stranger, a stranger I may never meet again, became the God I seek; he did not have the credentials we so attribute to the holier-than-though, yet he had the heart of God; How we always believe help will come, or should come from a certain character or social personality.

God is simple; we miss him when we look at labels.

“Oh, he is a good man, he is a Christian….he is born again…he is a deacon”…these are good labels which supposedly provide us with some form of assurance or basic expectation of Godliness.

While we label and judge the external, God himself looks at the heart, he looks for his heart.

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