(ADULT PROPHETIC EDITION EXTENDED MANUSCRIPT, PART 1)**
By Thabang Jonas Mokoena
Part 1 Awakening & First Seals
Chapter 1 The City That Remembered His Name
Johannesburg, chaotic and broken, calls to Thabang spiritually.
He senses a divine presence.
The Angel of Truth appears, revealing that Thabang is the first seal and chosen to restore the nation.
Chapter 2 The First Seal Breaks
Johannesburg trembles; a golden tear opens, showing the city’s corruption and suffering.
Thabang is told he will rebuild what is broken and must walk the Seven Cities.
Chapter 3 The Call to Pretoria Ascended
Pretoria greets him with expectation.
Azriel, Keeper of Pretoria, reveals the Seal of Authority.
Thabang is tasked with restoring humility and righteous leadership.
Chapter 4 Durban’s Rising Waters
In Durban, the Seal of Cleansing manifests through waves and spiritual imagery.
Sariph instructs him to awaken the fearless rather than fight physically.
Chapter 5 Mthatha and the Cry of the Fathers
Mthatha presents the Seal of Legacy.
The land’s stolen heritage and ancestral pain are revealed; Thabang must restore dignity through truth.
Chapter 6 The Shadow That Followed Him
A dark presence begins to stalk Thabang, mocking his efforts and threatening failure.
The angels warn the more seals he breaks, the stronger the shadow’s attacks.
Chapter 7 The First War
In Pretoria, the shadow manifests as a shape-shifting form.
Thabang stands with angelic support and defeats the shadow using light and authority.
Part 2
Council of Angels & Prophecies
Chapter 8 The Council of Angels
Thabang is taken in spirit to a celestial hall with seven angels.
They confirm the four seals awakened and reveal three remain.
Breaking all seven seals will awaken South Africa.
Chapter 9 The Prophecy of the South
A celestial scroll shows visions of restored cities and emerging Hidden Ones.
Thabang learns the Hidden Ones are ordinary people called to rise.
Chapter 10 Cape Town and the Storm of Honesty
Cape Town represents the Seal of Honesty.
Thabang speaks truth to expose hidden corruption; the storm obeys him.
Chapter 11 The Shadow Returns
The shadow attacks again but is repelled by Thabang and the angels’ combined power.
Chapter 12 Bloemfontein’s Scroll of Justice
The Seal of Justice is revealed.
Thabang restores justice in the courts through courage and moral authority.
Chapter 13 The Shadow’s Temptation
The shadow tempts Thabang with power, fame, and wealth.
He resists, remaining obedient to his divine mission.
Part 3 Awakening the Hidden Ones
Chapter 14 The Call of Polokwane
Polokwane represents the Seal of Calling.
Hamael, its angelic guardian, awakens the city’s youth and stolen potential.
Chapter 15 The Sixth Seal Opens
Polokwane’s sixth seal ignites, demonstrating the unstoppable force of restored destiny.
The shadow attacks again, signaling the final confrontation.
Chapter 16 The Shadow Unmasked
The shadow reveals itself as the embodiment of the nation’s corruption, pride, hopelessness, and division.
Thabang faces it without fear, strengthened by the angels’ presence.
Chapter 17 The Rise of the Hidden Ones
Ordinary South Africans rise as warriors of light: the Hidden Ones.
Children, mothers, youth, elders, pastors, and broken people unite to oppose the shadow.
Chapter 18 The Final War Begins
The Hidden Ones fight alongside the angels.
Thabang channels the seals’ power, initiating the ultimate battle for the nation.
Part 4 Final Seals & National Restoration
Chapter 19 The City of the Throne
Thabang ascends to a hidden celestial city to access the seventh seal.
Only he can ascend and claim it.
Chapter 20 The Seventh Seal
The final seal is earned by placing his hand on a divine scroll.
Visions of a restored South Africa are revealed: justice, unity, safety, and prosperity.
Chapter 21 The Return of the Walker
Thabang descends with the seventh seal.
The Shadow King appears, embodying corruption, greed, and oppression.
Chapter 22 The Final War
The Shadow King attacks; angels and Hidden Ones counter.
Thabang unleashes the seventh seal, destroying corruption, pride, and fear.
The nation exhales; evil retreats.
Chapter 23 The Restoration of the Nation
South Africa experiences widespread restoration: healing, forgiveness, revitalization, and awakening.
Angels walk unseen among the people; society rebuilds.
Chapter 24 The Walker of the Seven Cities
Thabang returns to Johannesburg, now attuned to the nation’s pulse.
The seven seals hover around him; wings of light erupt.
He takes flight as the Walker of the Seven Cities, signaling a new chapter for the nation.
CHAPTER 1 — THE CITYTHAT REMEMBERED HIS NAME
Johannesburg had always been loud. Taxis shouting.
Engines crying.
Sirens speaking the language of broken systems
But tonight the city was breathing differently.
Thabang stood on the roof of an abandoned building in Orlando East, staring at the skyline that flickered like a dying prayer. The air tasted like metal and dust. Something ancient was stirring beneath the noise something that remembered him before he remembered himself.
The wind whispered his name.
“Thaaabang…”
He froze.
Not because of fear but because this was not the first time.
A shadow passed across the moon, and the streetlights below flickered in response. Johannesburg the city of gold, crime, dreamers, broken promises shifted its weight like a giant waking up from a long sleep.
Then the voice came again. Clear. Firm.
Coming from everywhere and nowhere.
“Your time has come.
Johannesburg is ready for rebirth and you are the first seal.”
Thabang swallowed hard.
“I’m nobody,” he whispered to the empty night.
“I’m not a pastor, not a prophet… not anything.”
A warm presence pressed behind him.
A figure took form tall, burning with quiet fire.
Wings glimmered like hot metal.
Eyes carried the weight of centuries.
The Angel of Truth.
“God does not choose the polished,” the angel said. “He chooses the available.”
CHAPTER 2 — THE FIRST SEAL BREAKS
A tremor ran through Johannesburg.
Windows rattled. Dogs barked.
Power lines hummed with unnatural force.
“What's happening?” Thabang asked.
The angel lifted a hand and the entire skyline dimmed as if it bowed.
“The seal of Johannesburg is breaking. The corruption that fed on this city is weakening.”
A golden tear opened in the air soft, glowing, humming with power. Inside it, Thabang saw things:
Hospitals without medicines.
Children walking home in fear.
Elderly people surviving on crumbs. Politicians laughing behind closed doors.
Prayer warriors crying in silence.
Street preachers exhausting themselves for crowds that never listened.
Businesses falling.
Families splitting.
Young men disappearing into crime.
Young women disappearing into pain.
The angel touched the golden tear, and it collapsed quietly.
“You will rebuild what was broken,” the angel said. “But first, you must walk the Seven Cities.”
Thabang shook his head. “How? I’m just one person.”
“You are not one,” the angel answered. “You are chosen.”
CHAPTER 3 — THE CALLTO PRETORIAASCENDED
The next morning, Pretoria felt different lighter, almost expectant.
Thabang walked toward Church Square.
Every statue, every building, every streetlight seemed to watch him.
A second angel appeared this one robed in sapphire cloth, carrying a scroll that glowed with living fire.
“I am Azriel, Keeper of Pretoria Ascended,” the angel said.
“The city that has slept under pride and politics must rise in truth.”
The ground trembled slightly.
A ripple ran through the Union Buildings not seen by the human eye, but felt in the spirit like a shiver of awakening.
Azriel unrolled the scroll.
“Pretoria’s seal is the Seal of Authority. The system has misused it long enough. You will restore leadership through humility.”
Thabang laughed weakly.
“Me? I can’t even lead my own life…”
Azriel’s eyes softened.
“Humility is proof you were chosen. But leadership will come when you move not when you feel ready.”
CHAPTER 4 — DURBAN’S RISING WATERS
Durban called him next not by invitation, but by spiritual pull.
As he arrived at North Beach, waves crashed with unnatural rhythm.
A storm gathered without clouds.
The water glowed faintly at the edges.
A third angel rose from the ocean wings dripping with liquid light.
“I am Sariph,” it said.
“Durban is the Seal of Cleansing. This city must wash away its hidden evil.”
Images flashed: Trafficking rings
Drugs
Broken tourism
Hunger disguised as nightlife
Children lost in alleyways
Rich men feeding on the poor
Thabang stepped back.
“How am I supposed to fight this?”
“Not by fighting,” Sariph said, “but by awakening the fearless.”
The waves bowed to Thabang’s feet.
CHAPTER 5 — MTHATHAAND THE CRY OFTHE FATHERS
The Eastern Cape horizon was sharp with mountains and memories.
Mthatha greeted him with wind that carried the voices of ancestors wounded, waiting, whispering.
An elder spirit appeared neither angel nor human but something ancient.
“We are the Keepers of Mthatha,” the spirit said.
“This city carries the Seal of Legacy.”
Thabang felt tears welling. He didn’t know why.
It was as if the pain of fathers and mothers long passed pressed against his heart.
“This land’s legacy was stolen,” the spirit murmured. “You will restore dignity not with miracles, but with truth.”
CHAPTER 6 — THE SHADOW THAT FOLLOWED HIM
But as Thabang moved across cities, so did something else.
A darkness.
A presence.
A whisper that mocked every step.
“Chosen one…” it hissed.
“Do you really think you can fix a world built on brokenness?”
At night, it sat in corners of guest rooms. In daylight, it hid behind politicians’ smiles. In crowds, it watched through the eyes of the greedy.
The angels warned him:
“Every seal you break weakens the enemy so he will try to break you.”
CHAPTER 7 — THE FIRST WAR
It happened in Pretoria.
During prayer at the Union Buildings’ gardens, the shadow manifested as a giant form tall, slim, with a face made of shifting lies.
“Turn back,” it growled. “You are not ready.”
Thabang’s knees shook. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak.
Then a voice thundered from behind him: “Stand, Walker!”
Azriel descended, wings cutting through the shadow. Thabang felt strength fill his bones. He stood. He raised his hands.
And light not fire, not wind, but pure authority erupted from him.
The shadow shrieked and fled.
WALKER OF
SEVEN CITIES (ADULT PROPHETIC EDITION EXTENDED MANUSCRIPT, PART 2)**
That night, Thabang was taken not in body, but in spirit to a place outside of time.
A vast hall of light.
Golden pillars stretching endlessly.
Stars floating like living lamps. An atmosphere thick with reverence and authority.
Seven seats formed a circle.
In each seat sat an angelic figure whose presence could fold mountains, whose eyes carried the memory of creation itself.
Azriel bowed before them. Sariph lowered his wings. The Keepers of Mthatha knelt on one knee.
Thabang stood alone in the center.
A booming voice echoed: “Walker of the Seven Cities… step forward.” He stepped. His legs trembled.
The first angel spoke:
“Johannesburg has felt your footsteps.”
Another added:
“Pretoria has opened its gates to you.”
A third:
“Durban has tasted your courage.”
And the fourth:
“Mthatha has recognized your spirit.”
Then all seven angels spoke in unison, their combined voices shaking the entire hall:
“Four seals have reacted. Three remain.”
Thabang swallowed hard.
“What happens when all seven seals break?”
The tallest angel leaned forward.
“South Africa will awaken.”
CHAPTER 9 — THE PROPHECY OF THE SOUTH
The council chamber dimmed. A glowing scroll unrolled itself before Thabang.
Images flashed like living visions:
• Cape Town, surrounded by storms, but the storm obeyed a higher voice.
• Bloemfontein, where justice rose again after years of silence.
• Polokwane, awakening with the roar of the ancestors.
• Johannesburg, no longer corrupt, but burning with entrepreneurial light.
• Millions of young people rising fearless, restored, unashamed of their calling.
• The seven seals glowing, forming a map across the country.
Then the voice thundered:
“When the Seven Cities rise, the Hidden Ones will emerge. Those rejected, abandoned, forgotten they will stand as warriors of light.”
Thabang whispered, “Why me? Why was I chosen?”
Azriel answered softly:
“Because your heart listens before it speaks.”
CHAPTER 10 — CAPE TOWNAND THE STORM OF HONESTY
The next city called him before dawn. Cape Town.
He arrived at Sea Point under a sky that churned like boiling water.
Winds screamed.
The sea raged with unnatural fury.
People ran for shelter but the storm’s anger wasn’t aimed at them. It was aimed at him.
Lightning struck the ocean. A towering angel of thunder emerged silver hair whipping like lightning arcs.
“I am Rael, Keeper of the Cape.”
Thabang shielded his eyes from the brightness.
“Cape Town holds the Seal of Honesty,” Rael said. “But the city has been drowning in appearances beauty hiding corrosion.”
Thabang felt the weight of the words. Behind the tourism posters, beaches, wine estates, and smiling photos:
There was homelessness. Addiction. Division.
Invisible suffering.
Rael pointed his staff to the sky.
“You will speak the truth here. You will tear down lies with your voice.”
The wind wrapped around Thabang like a cloak. He felt a fire rising in his chest a message, ready to be spoken.
He stepped to the shoreline, raised his voice, and declared:
“Cape Town, your healing begins with truth not beauty! You will be restored from the inside, not the outside!”
The storm split open. Sunlight pierced through. Waves calmed instantly. Cape Town had heard.
CHAPTER 11 — THE SHADOW RETURNS
As soon as Cape Town’s seal responded, the shadow struck.
It materialized behind Thabang taller, thicker, more grotesque than before. Its body was made of writhing darkness, its eyes crimson with fury.
“You are causing too much awakening,” it hissed.
“This nation is safest when asleep.”
Thabang stepped back, but the shadow slithered closer.
“You think angels protect you forever?” it whispered.
“They will leave you. You will stand alone. And then I will own you.”
Before Thabang could speak, the shadow struck with a tendril of black smoke wrapping around his throat.
He gasped. His vision blurred. The world spun.
Rael shouted:
“Walker, stand!”
Lightning tore through the sky and shattered the shadow’s grip. Sariph rose from the ocean and slammed into the darkness. Azriel materialized behind Thabang, placing a flaming hand on his back.
“Breath returns to the obedient,” Azriel said.
The shadow howled but retreated into the cliffs, wounded but not defeated.
CHAPTER 12 — BLOEMFONTEIN’S SCROLLOF JUSTICE
Bloemfontein was quiet when he arrived. Too quiet.
Court buildings stood like sleeping monuments. City streets felt hollow. Justice was a word, not a reality.
An angel with a scales-shaped crown appeared.
“I am Jophiel, Keeper of the Seal of Justice.”
Thabang bowed. He could feel the heaviness of injustice pressing against the city’s soul.
Jophiel unrolled a scroll with trembling hands.
“This city’s justice has collapsed under bribes, pride, and delay.”
Thabang clenched his fists. He knew this pain people waiting years for cases, families destroyed by lies, criminals buying freedom.
The angel placed the scroll in Thabang’s hands.
“Justice must live again through courage, not anger.”
Thabang spoke:
“Bloemfontein, rise. Let truth return to your courts, your leaders, your people.”
The scroll burned toward the heavens.
Bloemfontein awakened.
CHAPTER 13 — THE SHADOW’S TEMPTATION
That night, the shadow returned again but this time not with violence.
This time, with temptation.
It appeared in human form sharp suit, charming smile, soft voice.
“Thabang,” it whispered, “you don’t have to suffer. You don’t have to walk. I can give you instant success.”
It showed him visions:
Millions following him
His face on billboards
Huge churches shouting his name
Wealth pouring like rivers
Power that could move nations
The shadow leaned closer.
“Just let me guide your path. You can still be ‘anointed’ without obedience.”
Polokwane’s heat was thick and heavy, pressing like a blanket on the land. But beneath the heat was something older. A pulse. A heartbeat. A call that vibrated through the ground itself. As Thabang stepped into the city, the air shifted. Drums. Whispers. Footsteps.
Voices of elders long departed.
A stirring that felt as if an entire generation reached for him at once.
An angel stepped forth from a dust storm tall, bronze-skinned, with dreadlocks woven into glowing cords of ancestral fire.
“I am HAMAEL,” he said, “Keeper of Polokwane, the Seal of Calling.”
Thabang bowed instinctively.
The angel touched the soil with his spear, and the earth cracked open but not with destruction.
With memory.
Thabang saw visions:
• Young boys walking without fathers
• Young girls carrying family burdens older than they were
• Dreams suffocating under poverty
• Leadership failing
• But also the fire of the youth
• The roar of a generation ready to rise
• A hunger for purpose stronger than fear
Hamael spoke again:
“This city’s calling was stolen by hopelessness. You must give it back.”
“How?” Thabang asked softly.
The angel’s eyes glowed.
“By awakening the forgotten.”
Hamael lifted Thabang’s hand and placed a burning mark on his palm shaped like a rising sun.
“You now carry the Call. Speak, and the young will hear.”
Thabang inhaled as power surged through his body like molten gold. He whispered into the wind: “Polokwane, wake up.”
A shockwave of light rolled across the city streets. Children stopped crying. Teenagers paused in confusion. Young men looked up from the corners. Young women felt something settle in their chests.
Hope. A voice. A direction.
A calling.
CHAPTER 15 — THE SIXTH SEAL OPENS
Night fell. Silence draped the city.
Then
A deafening crack split the sky.
A column of light erupted from the center of Polokwane, rising to the clouds. A symbol formed in the sky a blazing circle, turning slowly, shining so bright the city stopped to stare.
The sixth seal had opened. Hamael stood beside Thabang, watching the heavens shift.
“When a calling is restored,” the angel murmured, “destiny becomes unstoppable.”
But the moment the seal glowed at full strength
A scream tore through the night. Not human. Not animal. Something much darker. The shadow had returned.
CHAPTER 16 — THE SHADOW
It appeared, not as smoke this time, but as a monstrous figure rising from the ground ten meters tall, with wings made of oil, and a crown of broken promises.
Its voice boomed across the city:
“You have awakened too many. This must end now.”
Thabang stood his ground, though his knees trembled.
“You won’t stop me.”
The shadow laughed a sound that cracked the streetlights.
“You don’t even know who I am.”
It bent low, towering over him.
“I am the spirit that fed on Johannesburg’s corruption.
I am the whisper behind Pretoria’s pride.
I am the rot in Durban’s nightlife. I am the silence in Bloemfontein’s courts.
I am the hunger in Cape Town’s broken homes. I am the hopelessness in Polokwane’s youth.”
Thabang’s chest tightened. Every city. Every struggle.
Every pain he had seen this was the thing behind it.
The shadow’s voice lowered to a hiss:
“I am the demon of the Nation. And you… are one boy.”
Thabang inhaled.
“I am not alone.”
CHAPTER 17 — THE RISE OFTHE HIDDEN ONES
Light flashed.
Out of the streets… came footsteps.
Hundreds.
Thousands.
People of every age and tribe:
Kids from Johannesburg’s alleys
Mothers from Durban
Young men from Polokwane
Old men with walking sticks
Women in church uniforms
Students
Taxi drivers
Security guards
Prisoners who had been praying for change
Pastors who had lost their fire
Prophets who had been rejected
Business people who wanted to build again
Broken people
Healed people
Hopeless people
Hungry people
Strong people
Fearless people
They formed a circle around Thabang.
The shadow shrieked.
“Who dares stand against me?”
A young girl stepped forward and said: “We are the Hidden Ones.”
An elderly woman stepped beside her.
“We were left out.”
A student added:
“We were overlooked.”
A man with scars on his face said:
“We were rejected.”
A mother said:
“We were ignored.”
They all shouted:
“BUT WE ARE NOT DEAD!”
The earth vibrated. The sky shook.
Thabang felt tears streaming down his face.
This this was the army the visions spoke of. Ordinary warriors. Those the world threw away.
But Heaven had not.
CHAPTER 18 — THE FINALWAR BEGINS
The shadow roared, wings flaring.
“You think they can save you?”
The Hidden Ones lifted their hands hundreds glowing with spiritual fire awakened by the seals.
Hamael, Azriel, Rael, Sariph, Jophiel, and the Keeper of Mthatha all descended together their wings forming a dome of pure light over the crowd.
The shadow unleashed a blast of darkness.
The angels countered with a storm of divine fire.
The ground split. Lightning tore across the sky. Buildings shook as if waking from centuries of sleep.
And Thabang
The Walker of the Seven Cities stepped forward, marked in the palm, glowing in his chest.
He raised his voice.
“South Africa, stand!”
Light exploded from him in a beam that shot into the sky.
The final battle had begun.
�� THE HIDDEN ONES: WALKER OF THE SEVEN
CITIES
(ADULT PROPHETIC EDITION EXTENDED MANUSCRIPT, PART 4 FINAL SEALS & FINAL WAR)** (Full novel expansion continues the climax of the book)
CHAPTER 19 — THE CITY OFTHE THRONE
The sky over South Africa split open.
A seventh light descended like a comet, exploding silently over a city Thabang had never visited before a place spiritual maps mentioned but earthly maps never named.
A city hidden between heaven and earth.
A city only revealed when a nation is ready.
The angels bowed instantly.
Azriel whispered: “The City of the Throne.”
Thabang felt his heart burning. “Why now?”
“Because the seventh seal can only open when the people rise.”
Hamael added:
“And tonight… they have risen.”
A staircase of light unfolded from the sky, reaching down toward Thabang alone.
The angels stepped back.
Sariph spoke with trembling reverence:
Rael lifted his staff.
“Walker, only you may ascend. The seventh seal awaits your voice.”
Thabang placed his foot on the first step.
The moment he did He left the world behind.
CHAPTER
20
— THE SEVENTH SEAL
The City of the Throne glowed like molten crystal.
Streets paved with gold dust.
Rivers flowing with liquid light.
Gates carved from star metal.
Angelic scribes walking in silence.
A throne at the center, so radiant Thabang could not look directly at it.
He approached slowly.
A voice thundered from the throne:
“Walker of the Seven Cities… Why have you come?”
Thabang’s knees buckled.
He forced himself to speak.
“South Africa is breaking… but your people are rising. Give me the seventh seal let restoration begin.”
The voice softened, yet carried galaxies in its tone.
“The seventh seal is not given. It is earned.”
A golden scroll appeared before Thabang. It had no writing only a glowing handprint.
“Place your hand,” the voice commanded.
Thabang hesitated.
“What will happen?”
“Truth.”
He pressed his palm onto the scroll.
Instantly
A vision scorched through him:
• A South Africa without corruption
• Without tribal division
• Without youth hopelessness
• Without hunger disguised as partying
• Without politicians who feed on the people
• Without systems that keep the poor on their knees
• A country where the ordinary rise
• A land where angels walk beside workers
• A nation where justice is not a word but a culture
• Streets safe
• Homes healed
• Restored families
• Restored dignity
• Restored spirit
Tears streamed down his face.
He whispered:
“Let it be so.”
The seventh seal ignited a sphere of blinding white light.
The voice declared:
“Take it to your nation. The final battle is waiting.”
CHAPTER 21 — THE RETURN OFTHE WALKER
Thabang descended the staircase of light, carrying the seventh seal in both hands. The moment his feet touched the ground
The earth roared. Winds spiraled.
The sky cracked open. Every angel in South Africa took formation above him. The Hidden Ones stood behind him like a living army.
And the shadow…
Was waiting.
But now it had transformed.
No longer a monster of smoke.
It had become a king of corruption wearing crowns made from:
Bribery
Political lies
Blood money
Stolen dreams
Broken families
Lost youth
Silent suffering
It sneered:
“Seven
seals? Do you think light can defeat history?”
Thabang stepped forward.
“It already has.”
CHAPTER 22 — THE FINALWAR
The world stopped breathing.
Then
The Shadow King attacked.
A tidal wave of darkness rushed toward them, devouring everything in its path.
Azriel struck it with a sword of blue fire.
Rael summoned storms that clashed with the darkness.
Sariph created walls of oceanic light.
Hamael unleashed ancestral fire that roared like lions.
The Keepers of Mthatha summoned the voices of the elders.
The Hidden Ones lifted their hands each glowing with fire awakened across the journey.
The Shadow King bellowed:
“I own this nation!”
Thabang raised the seventh seal.
“NOT ANYMORE!”
Light shot out of the seal like a sun detonating.
The blast hit the Shadow King tearing through his crowns one by one:
Corruption shattered Pride broken Hopelessness burned Division destroyed
Violence dissolved Fear obliterated
The demon screamed as the light consumed him from inside out.
He exploded into dust swept away by the wind.
Silence.
Then
South Africa exhaled for the first time in generations.
CHAPTER 23 — THE RESTORATION OFTHE NATION
Light spread across the land. Hospitals overflowed with healing. Police stations filled with repentance and restored leadership. Young people felt passion return. Businesses revived. Families forgave. Communities rebuilt. Evil retreated. Purpose awakened.
Angels walked the streets unseen but felt. The Hidden Ones found their voices. The nation rose.
Thabang stood among them his body glowing faintly with the residue of divine fire. Azriel bowed before him.
“Walker… your task is complete.”
Thabang shook his head.
“No. My task has just begun.”
CHAPTER 24 — THE WALKER OFTHE SEVEN CITIES
Days later, he stood again in Orlando East the same place where everything started.
But now…
He could hear the cities breathing. He could feel the nation’s pulse. He could sense every wound and every miracle.
The seven seals hovered around him like orbs of living power.
Johannesburg justice
Pretoria leadership
Durban cleansing
Mthatha legacy
Cape Town truth
Bloemfontein justice restored
Polokwane calling And the Seventh Seal divine authority
Thabang whispered: “I am ready.”
The seals burned into his chest not painfully, but as an anointing.
Wings of light erupted from his back. He rose softly from the ground.
The angels shouted: “ALL CITIES ARE AWAKE!”
Thabang spread his wings.
The Walker of the Seven Cities The Restorer
The One Chosen from the Ordinary took his first flight across South Africa
