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**Testimony Confirms Eternal Victory**  


Last Tuesday, Eskom’s load shedding hit Akasia like a blunt axe. Darkness swallowed my street, but worse—my spirit felt dim. I fumbled for candles, muttering about “Stage 6 faith.” Then my neighbor, Mama Dlamini, shouted from her porch: *“Ha re tshwenyehwe ke leswiswi—let’s shine!”* (“Don’t let darkness trouble us—let’s shine!”). She dragged out a gas grill, lit it, and started roasting mealies. Soon, half the street gathered, swapping stories of surviving blackouts, unemployment, and a decade of “Ramaphoria” fading.  

That night, I realized: **Testimony is fire in the Karoo of the soul.**  

**2. The Algebra of Heaven: Blood + Testimony = Victory**  

Revelation 12:11 isn’t poetry—it’s algebra. *Blood* (Christ’s finished work) + *Testimony* (our lived proof) = Satan’s defeat. But we’ve privatized victory. We post selfies, not salvation. We mute our miracles, fearing judgment—“What if my healing isn’t *dank* enough?”  

Let me confront you: **Silence is a surrender.**  

Last month, a teen in Soshanguve posted a TikTok video thanking God for passing matric after her mom’s death. It went viral. Why? Hell can’t stand raw gratitude. Demons scroll past sermons but shudder at sidewalk saints saying, *“God showed up.”*  

**3. The Zebra Crossings of Faith: Where Miracles Meet the Mundane**  

South Africa’s a land of contradictions: jacaranda blooms choking Pretoria’s streets while potholes swallow tires. Similarly, faith thrives in tension. My friend Thabo, a taxi driver from Mamelodi, prays over his kombi daily. Last month, he avoided a hijacking by taking a “wrong turn”—straight into a police roadblock. Coincidence? No. **Divine detours.**  

Your testimony isn’t about eloquence—it’s evidence. Like the Zulu proverb says: *“Indaba ayikhali”—*“The story doesn’t cry.” It stands.  

**4. The Devil’s Spreadsheet and Why He Hates Google Drive**  

Satan’s strategy? Erase memory. Make you forget the manna, the parted Red Sea, the day the doctor said “clean scan.” But here’s the hack: **Write. It. Down.**  

I keep a “Hell’s Receipts” journal. Entry 56: *“22/07/2023—God fixed my broken laptop 1 hour before deadline. Devil, you owe me a new SSD.”*  

Modernize the Ebenezer stone (1 Samuel 7:12). Use apps, voice notes, tweets. When new battles arise—like last week’s riots in Boksburg—replay last year’s victory: how churches fed thousands amid looting.  

**5. The “Nandos Gospel”: Spicy Truths for Lukewarm Times**  

We’re in Revelation 3:16 times—“lukewarm” faith. But South Africans crave peri-peri passion. Look at the Springboks’ World Cup win! Siya Kolisi knelt, quoting Psalm 23: *“Even though I walk through the valley of death…”*  

**Your testimony isn’t a museum piece—it’s a braai grid.** It sears doubt. When you share how God paid your child’s school fees during retrenchment, you’re not bragging—you’re throwing a spark into someone else’s cold night.  

**6. The Algorithm of Eternity: How Your Story Trends in Heaven**  

Social media runs on engagement. Heaven’s algorithm? *“Overcome by the blood and the word”* (Rev 12:11). Every testimony is a celestial tweet, tagged #EternalVictory.  

Last week, I met a gogo in Hammanskraal who’d been praying 40 years for water. When the taps finally flowed, she danced in her yard, shouting, *“Ndi a livhuwa, Modimo!”* (“I thank You, God!”). Her joy wasn’t just gratitude—it was warfare. The demons assigned to drought fled her praise.  

**Prayer for the Proclaimer**  

*Father, make us storytellers of the Light.  

When Eskom fails, let our testimonies glow.  

Turn our Instagrams into altars,  

Our braais into revival fires.  

Break the chains of shame;  

Silence the accuser’s scroll.  

We spit out lukewarm lies—  

We feast on peri-peri truth.  

In Jesus’ name,  

Kganya! (Shine!)*  

**Final Challenge**  

Akasia, Tshwane—your story is a weapon. The girl battling depression in Diepsloot needs your 2019 journal entry. The entrepreneur in Sandton needs your “impossible contract” miracle. Stop hiding manna. Hell’s allergic to hashtags like #GodDid.  

Today, open your Notes app. Write one victory. Text it to someone. Watch the Karoo bloom.  

**Because remembered fire becomes future flame.**  

*Harold Mawela is a Pretoria-based author and spiritual warfare coach who believes braais are the closest thing to Levitical offerings. Find him battling load shedding with a flashlight and Psalm 27. Follow #MannaForMzansi.*

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