#ThisTooShallPass

She made me feel 19 years old again. She made me feel inadequate. She made me feel stupid.

Everything I did was wrong. Everything I did was never good enough. I had no personality and energy – she said. 

I was confused? What have I become? Why was I failing? How was this happening? 

I felt betrayed by the people who I thought were good. I felt alone, daunted by the circumstance I faced! 

When will it end. God said this would get better! 

Back home was a mess, work was a mess… and I had become a mess.

I knew it was not fair. I knew I was wronged. 

What could I do?

I had to choose! 

So I listened to God’s voice inside me, I picked my head up and decided … I will fight! 

I will fight because I had a WHY.. and that WHY told me that no matter what comes my way, I will win!

I will be better, richer, wiser! 

I will not let racial discrimination, unethical rudeness and pathetic leadership define my future! 

I am the creator of my own destiny. I am a fighter, a leader.

I am distinguished, able and loyal. 

I am honest, kind and true! 

I do not quit! 

I WIN.

One day I will look back and have a chuckle!

One day I will have said … #ThisTooShallPass 
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We are ANGRY

A criminal was beaten to a pulp by motorists because he tried to hi-jack an innocent old man. Another criminal was beaten and thrown into the bushes for the police to find after he tried to steal a car from a poor mans home.

Our people are angry! We are afraid everyday to live in our homes, because it no longer feels safe. We are afraid to go to the park, malls, schools or even the movies. We can’t afford security guards and so we rely on your officers to make us feel safe.

Our people are bickering and fighting. And when they fight they hurt each other and damage our schools and universities.

You say you are here for us, but whenever we ask for your help you ignore us. Do you know what it feels like to be us? How can you? You have a mansion, with servants and too much free time, so you mate and bask, while we work tirelessly to pay for your fancy lifestyle.

Our people are lost, and they need to be guided. Is our turmoil not loud enough for you to hear?

We trusted you, we voted for you, and now, 22 years later, Tata turns in his grave. You have let us down. You have let him down.

Why have you become selfish? When was it ok to forget about the poor? Tata said overcoming poverty was an act of justice – it is not natural to be in poverty. So why do you smile  back at us with no response, while you get fatter on our hunger?

We are losing respect from our global friends and soon we will be exactly like what was once the bread basket of Africa.

We need more. We deserve more. We want a new, younger, more degreed person, who will lead our people into salvation. This new leader will not be jailed in the past. This new leader will understand and empathise with the past, and act in accordance to righteousness of being good and doing good.

We need to be saved – or else our people will get more angry… and if we don’t do something soon… their anger will end our nation.

You can help us get better – all you have to do is change.

We need change – change for the better. Change to be sure of a brighter future. We don’t want to see our leader in the news for bad things. We want to see our leader making news for being great – like Tata was.

We need another Tata!

We need a saviour!

God Bless Africa

Nkosi Sikelel’ iAfrika

 

Pyaar, Ishq aur… Mohabbath

 I was scared. Afraid. Petrified. I didn’t know what to expect and no one ever told me what it would be like.

All I knew, that it was happening and it was happening now.

It felt so foreign, and yet familiar. I remember closing my eyes and saying, “just go with it!”

Never did I think it would go on this long. Never fading, getting better day by day.

I became more in tune with my thoughts, feelings and desires.

How can this feel so perfect? Will it ever end? Will I get tired and move on?

None of these questions scared me. I didn’t care! I knew what I wanted. What I needed. What my heart yearned for.

I was happy to do anything for it … I became an addict. I relied on this feeling to secure my happiness.

There was nothing else that mattered.

All I felt was true elation.

All I felt was love.

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