Supernatural Forces and Powers E-Book

L. S. Samuels

• Herausgeber: novum premium Verlag
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Seitenzahl: 62

Beschreibung

The early life of L. S. Samuels was a struggle, but she was a happy child. She was born in Port Elizabeth in South Africa. Despite impossible odds, her parents always did their best to help to keep the family together. She lived at a time when apartheid reared its ugly head and she was forced to run the gauntlet of her abusive fellow peers. Survival was the name of the game but through it all she emerged a stronger, more assured person. She was devoted to her family through all their trials and tribulations and would always go the extra mile to make sure they achieved their potential. She was always occupied, be it as a teacher and latterly a registered nurse where she had to prove her adaptability. That she came it through it all was a credit to her and her family.

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© 2023 novum publishing

ISBN print edition: 978-3-99130-073-1

ISBN e-book: 978-3-99130-074-8

Editor: Philip Kelly

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Image: L. S. Samuels

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Introduction

This book is intended to raise the name of our Creator Almighty God through our Lord Jesus Christ. It is not intended to glorify those in its chapters.

But more likely, it was to pinpoint the help that we encountered during difficult times when we called on Him to be rescued. Many times He has been called upon, and has answered those prayers.

I encourage those who at the moment are enduring hardship and difficult situations to have faith and dig deep when calling on Him. Have strong, undiluted faith. Be genuine and don’t hide anything. He knows you deep down. He is within you.

May our Lord Jesus Christ dwell within you after you have read this book and see His greatness that cannot be compared with anything on this Earth.

Inspiration To Write This Book

Before lockdown I read the bookThe Robeby Douglas Lloyd. During lockdown I read the bookPurpose Driven Lifeby Rick Warren. I pondered and meditated on it for forty days. After a few days, I received a call from my late daughter’s friend, Myrtle. We chatted for a long time catching up on events. Then I said to her that due to my financial situation I would be unable to attend property development boot camp to start a business. “What,” she said, “that’s amazing. You have gold in you, why don’t you write a book?” After our talk had ended, I began to recall other instances. There were three reasons I wrote the book:

Mike Warren, Vicar at St Peter’s C of E Church: I was depressed. I needed prayers desperately. I emailed him about my son who had epileptic seizures continuously and his fiancé had left him. He was alone. I wrote almost two paragraphs about the situation. He said, “It must have been painful to write it all down but I hope it’s been helpful to share it”.Carol Watson also of St Peter’s: I gave her an old newspaper that I’d written after my daughter’s death. She said, “Why don’t you write a book? We will read it.”Myrtle Gray: As above. There were three reasons or forces that made me write this book. On the 1st July, 2020 I started to re-collect my mind, and I started to write. It was not easy. I was hurting, at times and I would even cry while writing. My tears would fall on my manuscript.

CHAPTER 1: Getting to know nature

I was born at Port Elizabeth in South Africa (now Gqebera). The area was then called Edasi, now Commercial Road. During that time racial segregation was the norm, and we were forcefully removed to KwaZakhele.

At Edasi, there were shops, a bakery and electricity. As children we were happy. We could buy lollies from the shops, and there was a comforting smell of freshly baked bread that made us very hungry.

But at Kwazakhele we stayed in a corrugated iron shack. There were no shops, no electricity and only one communal tap for water.

My mother was from Fort Beaufort where she ran away from an organised forced traditional marriage to an abusive man. She had a baby girl when she joined her sister in Port Elizabeth who was living with their mother’s sister at Edasi village.

This is where she met my father Frank France Shaniso Fernando. He was from Mozambique Mambona Village. He used to talk about Maputo and Lorenzo Marks. He was a gentleman, working as a chef in one of the biggest hotels in Summerstrand.

He knew how to treat a woman. She was happy and gave birth to four children, two boys and two girls. We did not stay long at Kwazakhele. My father got a property in New Brighton. It was a three-roomed house, two bedrooms and a big space you could organise into a kitchen and a living room.

In New Brighton we were self-sufficient. My father cooked very tasty food, and would take us to school before going to work. We were happy children, smart and well dressed.

My dad was a handsome man, but he cheated on my mother by falling in love with a white lady at work. Then everything changed. He was deported to his home country of Mozambique.

We accompanied him there, journeying by rail for several days before changing trains until we reached Beira. We stayed there for two days with my father’s relatives. During this time my mother was told by one of the ladies there that my dad had a wife in Mozambique and three children.

Wow! Things were getting hot and they argued. My father denied having a wife and was very angry with those ladies. During that time my mother was breast feeding my younger brother. The next day we boarded a small boat. It was full of passengers, there was not even a space to stretch your legs. We travelled the whole night and arrived in the morning. Thank God, the boat did not overturn.

It was a remote area, but you would not feel that nature was there to entertain you. We had to cross a dense forest; there were monkeys, birds, flowers, shrubs, trees, fruit trees and nuts. It was a beautiful scenario with grass and snakes of course. We had to walk several miles to reach the town. We rested a little bit and we had cookies and drinks for breakfast, before proceeding on our journey to his village.

We enjoyed the journey because he was teaching us how to pick up forest fruits, bananas pawpaw and nuts. What was frightening were the snakes, but my dad was not bothered by that.

When we reached the village Mambona, we learned that my dad was a wealthy man. He owned a farm and farming on live stock had rice fields and ducks and chickens. The bulls looked gorgeous with their horns and shiny furs.

We ultimately arrived at our home. We were received by his mother; his dad had long since died. They had several rondavels. There was a big, middle rondavel which had doors that opened on the outside. This one had three rooms.

A tall, beautiful lady appeared. She was wearing a surrey dress, a head scarf and was bare footed. She had two boys. They had dark skin and short curly hair. The older one was Komodo, the younger one Mlandana or Brandt. We never saw the daughter. My father embraced his wife warmly. My mom had to take it. Whether she liked it or not, it was now a reality. Ladies in Beira were right about him.