A Time to Heal

By Keneilwe Mokgoko

Based on the emotional and spiritual healing she experienced while recovering from a life or death situation, finding God with a new appreciation for life and all that exists while learning the power of divine healing. A true expression of everything happens for a reason. Seek your motivation and zest for life to become the person you are meant to be.

Keneilwe Mokgoko was born in Pretoria South Africa in 1975, she is a daughter of a businessman and her mother is a nursing sister by profession. She went to an all girls catholic school and later studied Tourism, has been writing poetry since high school and realised her passion for writing to be worth venturing. she looks forward to publishing a poetry book some day. Interests: watching documentaries, reality shows and writing.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris UK
• Release date: Oct 18, 2010
• ISBN: 9781453569429

Keneilwe Mokgoko

Keneilwe Mokgoko was born in Pretoria South Africa in 1975, she is a daughter of a businessman and her mother is a nursing sister by profession. She went to an all girl’s catholic school and later studied Tourism, has been writing poetry since high school and realised her passion for writing to be worth venturing. she looks forward to publishing a poetry book some day. Interests: watching documentaries, reality shows and writing.

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A Time To Heal

Keneilwe Mokgoko

Copyright © 2010 by Keneilwe Mokgoko.

ISBN:          Softcover                978-1-4535-6941-2

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Contents

Thank you

ROOTS

As You Gave

BROKEN

God Is Enough

SEARCHING

Prayer for Surrender

Oh Gratitude

‘I AM ALIVE’

Jesus Is Real

UNDERSTANDING FATE

Believe In Me

I Am

Prayer For Inner Peace

BACK TO LIFE

POETRY

Does Passion Diminish Over Time

Where I Am

Be Blessed

What I Want

I Believe

You Remind Me

Brethren Be Brave

Thank you

Mom & dad to you my undying love

My brother Tlotlego, I will always be there for you

Lethabo Gabriel Mokgoko my son, to you I owe my life

Uncles and aunts who stood by me through it all, thank you

All my cousins who’s support has been priceless till today

My sisters Athalia, Momo, Motlatsi and Mantombi stay as sweet as you are

Marinda Viljoen, my angel in red the dedication you have to saving lives is admirable

My Orthopedic surgeon Dr FF Birkoltz—Because of you I have my life back

Pina & Surina, thank you for your kindness and empathy when I needed it most

Carien, Physiotherapist of note you are an angel of strength

To the physiotherapists & occupational therapists at Sub Acute Centurion

All the nurses who cared for me & Eddie Ward my Psychotherapist

My friends and colleagues, I have nothing but gratitude for your prayers and support

Father God, with this I show gratitude, through the sleepless nights you held on to me and let me live again. To you my life belongs.

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ROOTS

What I know of my Great grandfather is that he was married to Machabo and they had eight children, my grandfather McKenzie, father to my father Gabriel was their second son. MacKenzie was a very loving family oriented man. He married Salome Mosoane in 1944 and they had six children. MacKenzie had a remarkable adoration towards his grandchildren. I remember how he habitually bought us banana’s every day when he got of the train at Dewildt station, North West of Pretoria. He was a charismatic, tall, dark and handsome man and a great church goer.

I was brought up by my grandparents so I learned to pray at an early age. We lived with my aunt Theresa and her four daughters, the second youngest being Priska, she and I did everything together even dressed alike. My grandmother Salome was the eldest daughter in a family of 5 children and was very devoted to her church; a disciplinarian and a tireless home maker who lived every fabric of her existence for her children and grandchildren. We lived in a very close community which included relatives and everyone knew each other. Children respected adults and adults treated all children as their own, on many occasions Priska and I would be playing in the street at sunset and would be sent home by the neighbors.

Salome’s sister lived within