We’ve pathologized femininity.
Sensitivity = anxiety
Desire to nurture = codependency
Submission = abuse
Motherhood = identity loss
Being a woman isn’t a disorder.
I was not raised Christian. In fact, I was raised to reject Christianity. My dad did everything he could to debunk it, to discredit it, to make sure we understood it as a lie. And I believed him.
I became a full-blown atheist feminist. I went to college. I chased the career. I lived the lifestyle that feminism promises will make you fulfilled: independence, casual dating, travel, education, success. And by every external measure, I had it. I won the game. But I was absolutely miserable.
Night after night, I would lie awake in bed until 4, 5, 6 in the morning, unable to sleep. I had everything I was told would give me peace. But all I had was anxiety. Panic. Emptiness. I had no purpose beyond the next “experience.” I had goals, and I met them, but they were hollow. They led nowhere.
Even as a child, I never had peace. I would lie in bed terrified by the thought that one day I would just… stop existing. Nothingness. That was the end. And that thought haunted me from my earliest memories. I’d lie awake with the heavy weight of oblivion pressing on my chest, with no comfort, no answer, no hope.
I never wanted to be a Christian. I hated Christianity. I hated traditional values. I believed everything progressivism taught, homosexuality, transgenderism, relativism, I thought it was all good. I mocked the things I now believe.
But then I met a Christian at work. He was kind. I respected him, so I listened. And he told me about Jesus.
Not just clichés or vague spirituality, he told me who Christ was. He answered questions I had buried for years, questions no one had ever answered without condescension or confusion. For the first time, someone made the Gospel make sense.
And when he told me why Christ died, when I heard the truth of the Gospel, I went home that night and believed.
And for the first time in my life, I slept. I mean really slept. No panic, no fear, no gnawing dread of the void. I had peace.
I never expected to be here. I never expected to be the one advocating for traditionalism, for faith, for truth. But God saves sinners. And I am living proof.
He found me in my rebellion, in my despair, in my hatred, and He opened my eyes.
Jesus Christ is real. And He is peace.
It wasn’t following the world that set me free. It was the cross.
🔸Good day President @CyrilRamaphosa,
These are the beds in our hospitals here in Zimbabwe. So please don’t be surprised when we swim across the Limpopo to come and use your hospitals. Would you not do the same? This is the extent to which your sister liberation party @ZANUPF_Official has destroyed our public health system. If you ever have a chat with them, please bring this to their attention because it affects your country and burdens your public services too.
We need new leaders.🇿🇼
Long live Captain Thomas Sankara 🕊️
The destiny of the African has to be revolutionary. We can’t seat on gold mines and be starving whilst those with nothing in their lands enjoy our resources and at the same time call us the wretched of the earth. Rise up Africans.