I lost count of how many times I whispered "I can't do this anymore " this year , and yet every time his grace carried me when my strength ran out..
Happy Last Sunday Of the Year 2025 , ke ka Mohau ✨🤍
The moment you lose a parent, there comes a point where you start measuring every pain against that loss and nothing ever feels as painful, you end up responding to life with a kind of nonchalance not because you don’t care, but because you’ve already survived the worst.
May we be better parents, friends and generation of adults.
We need to teach the boy child extensively about consent, what amounts to sexual violence and/or coercion and the responsibility to hold their friends and families accountable.