This is for the broken-hearted

Today and especially tonight I remember and hold in my prayers those aspects of self and my fellow human beings who are experiencing a time of darkness that makes the promise of the returning light feel like an empty daydream. For all those who are feeling lost in the darkness, overwhelmed with loss, unsure of their ability or willingness to continue...may those individuals or aspects of...self ...lean a little into the faith of those who, in this moment, remember and experience the promise of the returning light. For all those sitting in the darkness of confusion and not-knowing, of grief or despair...may they feel tonight that someone sits with them, holding in their hearts the seemingly impossible promise of the growing light

Time heals

Time forces us into a corner, wags its finger and cautions us to move on. This happens in the form of friends, neighbours and colleagues. They are the transport out of our misery and sorrow. The hugs, the genuine "how are you?" in our daily greetings. That's time. It heals. Very slowly though. Sometimes I'd want to stay and mourn forever because I felt a smile was betrayal to the one I mourn. But as time goes by, I feel left behind. I want to move on or else I risk exploiting the hugs, the genuine "how are you?" and the support of friends. So time pulled me aside, wagged its finger and told me to move on. And I submit. I have time on my side. Good morning friends!

Enjoy Responsibly

‘Racism without races’

‘Racism without races’

I don't understand why phenomenon like Greek mythology and cultures of people in the west and some in the East, are glorified and seldom questioned. Few days ago when I was interviewed on Talk radio 702, people called for scientific proof before they could take African traditional healers seriously. the condescending attitude and disrespect shown is a clear sign that we are far from living in a tolerant world. We cannot live side by side especially when we have different beliefs, religion and sometimes the colour of the skin is a barrier.

If you are from a culture that verifies its heritage and history using scientific data collection, that is not the case with me. I am insulted by anybody who questions my traditions and customs. i take offence that you want me to prove so you can believe. It is not your tradition, it is not in your blood and you don't have to believe in any of it. But I do demand respect.

I have been desensitised for a very long time by people who are just bigots and prejudice other because of their creed, race or sexual orientation. However this time I thought it is time that I stood up to quell this fire trying to extinguish our traditions. I have been called a faggot, I have been called a Kaffir and now that I am Sangoma I am called a devil worshipper, liar and a savage. I cannot wear my beads with pride because uncultured people who do not understand our way of doing things oppress and insult us.

I will not be a victim because I know where I come from. I totally understand where I am going.