My heart bleeds for our sisters from Daveyton, taken from safety and robbed of their innocence just trying to get home. Three young women were allegedly abducted and raped in a veld on Ngcobo Street, Mayfield, after leaving a traditional ceremony. Streets that should have been safe turned deadly…not by chance, but by neglect. My … Continue reading For Our Sisters
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Listening To The Winds of Change
For weeks now, I've felt a gentle yet persistent whisper in my spirit that my body can no longer ignore. It’s as if the presence of my ancestors is nudging me, urging me to pay attention to something deeper within myself. This morning, the fog finally cleared, and I remembered that we are walking into … Continue reading Listening To The Winds of Change
Legacies Woven Into Our Surnames
Any child born from a lineage steeped in royalty carries within them the whispers of tradition that echo through the winds of time. I have felt the warm embrace of those teachings, their essence woven into the fabric of my being, lessons that once seemed elusive but now shimmer with clarity. Spirit flows like an … Continue reading Legacies Woven Into Our Surnames
Clarity On The Boundaries I Set
Having walked through all that I have, and now standing firm in my calling as a healer, I am no longer shaken by the whispers spoken behind my back even by those I once held close. Spirit has opened my eyes to see them not as they pretend to be, but as the wounded souls … Continue reading Clarity On The Boundaries I Set
He Lost His Home When Chasing The Stage
So she pulled back to let him thrive, to stop messing with his bag as he would call it…whenever she would express her discomfort during troublesome times. He said she was holding him back… as if her love was a leash, as if her presence was a prison, as if her discomfort with his absence … Continue reading He Lost His Home When Chasing The Stage
For Children of the Soil
One day, this African girl will make her people proud. One day, this African girl will make it in life. One day, this African girl will spark change. One day, this African girl will become the dream she dreams to be. 💛🌻 One day, African people will know true joy. One day, African people will … Continue reading For Children of the Soil
My Exit Is My Alignment
In Letting Go, I Return To The Rhythm Of My Bloodline I have come to accept that I cannot change what refuses to change. I cannot transform what resists transformation, nor can I walk into the future while holding onto a past that does not belong to me...or to my ancestors. The same applies to … Continue reading My Exit Is My Alignment
I Refuse to Be Diminished
A Prayer for the Misunderstood I am not a child. I am not a mistake. I am not an afterthought or a shadow cowering in the corners of your discomfort. I am the answered prayer of generations. I am the dream dreamt by those who carried buckets on their heads and hope in their hearts. … Continue reading I Refuse to Be Diminished
In The Arms Of My Ancestors
‘Never lost nor forgotten’ One thing about my ancestors? They never miss a moment to reveal themselves to me. In whispers, in visions, in signs too divine to ignore they speak, they show, they guide. I do not question them. How could I? Their love is old, unwavering, and wise beyond lifetimes. I trust them … Continue reading In The Arms Of My Ancestors
Happy Birthday, Ma Nhleko
A Dedication to Passie🤍 A very happy birthday is in order today, tomorrow, and for the rest of this month. I wasn’t tripping when I said I’d wish you a happy birthday every day. But I figured it would be even better to write it down and share it here on the blog, because this … Continue reading Happy Birthday, Ma Nhleko
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