My name is Thandokazi. a.k.a. Thando. I started to hearing about the (Vuku Cell) group I think it was 2017. I met Nokuphumla. I know her, so she is my friend. You can say that. She invited me to the group. I was like what […]
Category: I’m Precious to Jesus
Do you think this lady is precious? By looking at these pictures you could assume that she is just another woman from some poverty stricken African country. Do you think this woman could be precious to Jesus? Is this possible? Unless you know her personally, […]
We had a wonderful retreat as Vuku families. Children had their own time of bonding and the parents were able to deepen their relationships. Our ‘Golden Rule’ Contest was the highlight of the weekend.
In collabration with Pastor Edong Park, we march the streets of Pholile with children’s from Nomzamo Vision Church. Also, VUKU Greenfield memebrs joined us for the event.
We have learned so much last year through Vukukhanye ministry. We took a weekend with some of the key members to review and plan for the year 2017. We had some worthy discussions and lots of fun together.
By Jung Lee We stood in a circle, and got ready to close the Greenfield Vukukhanye meeting in prayer. I asked, “Now, do you understand God’s heart? Can you see a glimpse of it?” The lesson was simple, to know God’s heart, the first step being […]
By Helen Lee “I am amazed how strong you are. You keep yourself composed, and always look fantastic. I also love the shade of your lips.” When we first met Nosethu, she had been gang-raped by 7 boys who are now still awaiting sentencing. She […]
By Zukisani Nzala (Edited by Sean Lem) We have continued to follow up with Syamthanda by visiting him throughout or daily routine in Zola. We have asked around, and have actually gotten some great feedback on how he is doing. Neighbors and family alike have […]
By Jung Lee It was a gloomy Heritage Day afternoon when I was confronted by two young men. They both have been attending Vukukhanye in Zola South for the past two months. A multitude of people on the street adorned traditional suits and proudly painted […]
By Helen Lee While we were walking around Zola a man whom we have never met before stumbled into our lives. This man’s name is Amen, and he was passing by while we were talking to Zikona. He was in quite a drunken state, and […]