The last time I had this many people in my house was when I was living in my mother’s house in the town of Mahamba in South Africa.
I remember my mother, a widow with three kids, telling me that we had to be careful when we were in the house because the mob would come and grab the dogs and the goats, and they would then get scared and run away.
The fear of being caught by the mob, of the mob catching you, was the first thing that had taken me from being in the village to becoming a Christian.
But as we watched the news, I could feel it was coming.
This was the beginning of the news we now know as the Ebola pandemic, and in the world, I saw the death toll rise exponentially and the spread of Ebola increasing rapidly.
My mother knew that I was a Christian because we had a Christian prayer at our door.
I think that I became a believer because I heard her say, “Your Lord Jesus Christ is coming soon, and the time is right now to be a Christian.”
I knew I had to watch this news closely, because I knew what was going on.
In those days, there were no televisions in my home.
The TV was a TV set and I used to watch it while I worked.
I watched the most important news channels and then I would read it on the Bible.
I would put it on and then we would pray together.
There were no newspapers, there was no radio, there weren’t any newspapers in the home at the time.
I could only watch the news on my TV set.
And I remember the news that came on the radio was a news channel called Al Jazeera.
It was very critical about the Ebola situation.
When the news came on, we could not stop watching it because we were scared to die.
I was also terrified to die because I had seen the news and I knew that we were dying.
I thought I would be caught by some of the people that I knew in the street, and then they would kill me.
So I was very afraid.
I did not want to go to the hospital, because that is the place that the doctor and nurses go and say, you must stay here because there is the danger of being infected.
We went to the local hospital and the doctor said to me, you cannot go there.
I said, I am going to get treatment, and he said, you have to stay here.
When we came to the street and the ambulance came, we saw that the ambulance was being taken by the police, and it was all over.
They did not take us to the ambulance, and we went to a house to find out who took the ambulance.
There was no one to tell us who took it.
We were not told that, because we did not know who took them.
We saw the ambulance at the hospital and we asked the police to take us there.
The ambulance was taken to a hospital, and when we arrived, the police said that they had taken the ambulance to a doctor, and that they would be taking us to a clinic.
They would take us by the hand and tell us, you are being taken to the clinic.
So we stayed with the doctors for several days, and at one point, when we had the doctors to ask, they told us that we should not go to a public hospital because there were many people dying there.
The doctor was the last person that came to our house, and I remember thinking, they are going to take me to a private hospital.
But we did have to go there because of the danger that we would die there.
Then I was taken by ambulance to the private hospital, which is in the capital city of Johannesburg.
I am very sad about that.
The private hospital is the only place that we have to be.
I have never seen a public place like this before, and even if there was a hospital nearby, the risk of infection would be much greater because it was so close to the centre of the city.
But at that time, we were only talking about a few days away from being infected, so we had no idea about the dangers.
We had only seen the death count in the media, and all I could do was go there to be with my mother and ask for help.
When I was in the hospital I was not afraid of dying, and so when I went to my mother to pray with her, she told me that there is nothing I can do about it.
I felt like I had no choice but to pray for her.
It has taken me over two years to go through that process, and today I am at a point where I can see the world and understand that this is the way God wants us to live our lives.
There are many more stories like that that I am not able to share, but I have been through it all.
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