I am my father’s daughter.
I carry his name with pride and honour.
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My mother in law is from a different world from mine, raised to uphold different traditions and values.
She is Venda and I am Swati, she cannot speak my language and neither can I speak hers.
She is my husband’s heart, he loves her so.
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I have found the beauty of being a woman amongst other woman.
When I give myself permission to engage with different types of woman, from different walks of life, of different ages I find the beauty of women.
When I let go of the prejudice taught to us by different cultural divides, religions and look at the women from the place of love and understanding I see and feel the beauty of being a woman.
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And why after so many years do we still feel that there should be secrecy around it?
Why is it still a disease that people feel they have to be ashamed of, that they have to defend themselves for having it, as
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Ululating to the top of my voice saying Bayethe Ngwenyama yeZulu, Lion of Juda, the Rock of ages because I know Victory is mine.
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Hee hee nibo yelele kani, where are the men?
Cries a woman lifting her hands to her head, as she walks into her shack to find her two year old daughter whom she left playing outside not far away from where she was hanging her clothes raped.
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My son’s name is Lufuno and I swear he is love himself.
His face is love, his smile is love, everything about him is love.
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When you want to cry, stop because look Jesus loves you and he is saying breath I have got you.
Be still, …….
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To be blessed and kept by the grace of God.
To be the beloved and privileged to have the knowledge of Him,
It is the reason why I sing, it is the reason why I am filled, and it is the reason why I stand.
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