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What Is Consent? | A Call for Accountability as We Mark 16 Days of Activism Against GBV

As South Africa approaches yet another 16 Days of Activism Against Gender-Based Violence , we find ourselves returning to the same heartbreaking truth: we are living in a country where women do not feel safe—not in public, not at work, not even in their own homes. And at the root of so much of this violence is a simple, yet tragically misunderstood concept: consent . It has become painfully clear that too many men still do not understand what consent truly means. Whether it’s a teenage boy fumbling through a relationship with a girlfriend who is uncomfortable but afraid to say it… or a polished executive who “jokes,” flirts, and makes comments toward a junior employee while calling it harmless— the ignorance, entitlement, and carelessness are the same . Because when hormones are raging or when power is at play, many men seem to lose the ability—or willingness—to recognise discomfort. To see fear. To hear silence. To acknowledge boundaries. A woman coming over to hang out with you does ...

33 - The Jesus Year

My mom was born on the 5th of July 1969. She died at age 33, on the 12th of June 2003. I’m turning 33 this year...it definitely feels like a significant milestone of sorts.  I’m in awe when I think about the life my mom had lived at this young age; a divorced single mother of two daughters who’d worked hard and pushed against so many odds to give her children a better shot at life than she had had. My mom was a pioneer, she was courageous, and held her own in a man’s world (my sister calls her "a feminist who was ahead of her time" ) but what I remember most is her kindness and how her life benefited and made an impact on so many people's lives, especially her family. I miss her so much my heart aches. Yes, I’ve healed and made peace with her departure from this world, but the reality of her absence in my life will always sting. Most of the time I have happy thoughts and memories of her. But around certain times of the year like Mother’s Day, Christmas, significant celebr...

What’s Your Story?

For the longest time I’ve had the desire to write my life story. Putting my feelings and thoughts on paper has always been a saving grace for me, a therapy of sorts, a healing balm for the soul.  When I feel overwhelmed, lost, and confused, I vomit that internal mess onto my journal (or laptop) and walk away somewhat free and purged of the pain. So, inevitably, writing became second nature to me growing up. The life-giving power of words fascinated me. I enjoyed reading and escaping into imagined worlds where nothing was impossible. There, I could become anyone and anything. I could be royalty, I could be unbroken, I could be free, I could be me. Stories can birth hope in us, stories can restore our souls, stories can awaken dead dreams and sleeping giants within us. Stories are life. There’s a story behind creation, there’s a story behind every invention, there’s a story behind everything, and our lives are stories waiting to be told. When I tell my story of healing and redemption...

How the scars that our fathers left on our hearts keep us from the Love of God, the Father

There’s a parallel between how we view our earthly fathers and how we view God. A lot of people who have had traumatic experiences at the hands of their fathers or faced rejection from them will, a lot of the time, struggle to relate to God, the Father, in a healthy way. We see God the way we see our earthly fathers, stripping God of His Sovereignty and His Agape Love that has the power to transform and heal our hearts. "Broken families" is one of the devil's strategies. He loves it when fathers reject their children, when they hurt them, and are outright bad fathers. He gets a kick out of dividing families, out of turning the hearts of the fathers away from their children and sowing hatred in the hearts of the children. This was the story of my life for a long time.  I hated my father for as long as I can remember. Even before I knew who he was, I hated him. I determined in my heart as a young girl that I didn’t need him, and that I NEVER will, because he rejected me. I ...

Story Time | After preaching the Gospel to him for two hours, he still mugged me!

So let's take a break from the serious stuff and laugh a little. Apparently I'm too trusting of strangers and people in general. Some may even call me naive.πŸ˜… Due to this "innocence" of mine, I've been "swindled" and mugged more times than I can recall. Those stories will make for a good laugh one day, but the particular incident I was reflecting on today was one that took place in 2012. It was a Sunday morning and I was walking in town, about to take a taxi to church. I was attending church on Westville campus (UKZN) at the time. About 10 steps away from my taxi I get stopped by a young man with tattoos all over his arms; I can't recall what he said to stop me, but we started chatting. He told me that he just came out of prison and that he wants to turn his life around but he's struggling to find a job etc. Now, being a young Christian who was on fire for the Lord, I immediately thought, "this can't be a coincidence, this is God sendin...

Testimony Time | The Reason for my Glow - The Girl's in Love y'all! 😍

So I understand that this blog post might not be as popular as the ones with sordid details of my dismal love life, but it's a MUST that I share this! I hope it encourages someone. I've had an incredible start to 2022; I couldn't be happier and more grateful. I'm experiencing God's grace in such a sweet way, I literally think the word "sweet" describes this current season perfectly. There have been a lot of changes (all good) that have taken place in my life over the past few months. As much as I had a great year last year, and the year before that, I always knew that something was missing; I was living my best life, yet my soul wasn't completely satisfied. And I've been a church girl for a long time now, so I know that when my personal relationship with God is rocky, I live an incredibly carnal life, finding pleasure in "boys and booze" as I've jokingly mentioned in a previous blog post. So when this year began, and as I was takin...

Live an authentic life!

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Popular culture brainwashes us into living unauthentic lives for the sake of being cool or being accepted by people who couldn’t care less about us. I’d like to offer a different narrative. Where the world encourages destructive behaviours and attitudes such as “be cool, or act cool”, “pretend you don’t care” or “tone down your excitement”, I’d like to propose that this kind of thinking is what destroys authenticity. We trade in honesty for likes. We give up our truth to gain a false sense of respect and affirmation from people who don’t even know the real you. The world or popular culture will have you sacrificing your soul for fake validation and meaningless attention. We’ve become so accustomed to portraying a cool or “acceptable” version of ourselves that many of us don’t know or appreciate our true selves. We’ve become casualties of destructive societal norms. After coincidentally having a few conversations relating to authenticity and pretentiousness, I reflected on the be...