“That committee lost its legitimacy a long time ago.”
@MbuyiseniNdlozi argues that Parliament’s Ad Hoc Committee has failed the test of impartiality—and calls on the Speaker to shut it down.
EPISODE OUT NOW! 🔥
@_SMWX × @AfriRenPodcast
If a woman can ignore you,
She doesn’t care about you.
Walk away with your dignity.
I’ll Teach You How to Handle a Woman Who Ignores You Break Her Ego....
Many couples do not have rules for conflict resolution. It’s typically, we argue and then make up when circumstances require. This pattern doesn't surprise me; I lived it for many years, through silent treatment after silent treatment.
Sometimes I wish to run away from this person….
Then I remember, I’m in this until I die.
We fight a lot, but there’s never a minute I don’t hear their voice.
I’m proud of who they are even though on other days I’m embarrassed by what they chose when they thought they had no choice…
But I wouldn’t trade this being for anyone in the world.
Her name is Nomonde sky, and I’m proud to be the spirit that gives life and meaning to this gorgeous girl.🤍🤍🤍
To the man I’ll choose and accept to love me:
I’m sorry but you are going to have to love me with all the wounded women in me:
•My mother, who went through an entire pregnancy alone and as God’s twisted sense of humour would have it, gave birth on Valentine’s Day to the best flower I guess.
•My aunts, who all believed men have no love and no care and they’re all just filled with games.
•Me, for turning out to be the very men I hate. For internalising years of overheard conversations about how there’s no need for a man in a woman’s life.
I hope you find me at a time when I’ve finally healed all these women in me and if not, will you sing to me as we clean up my wounds?
Will you make me food when my inner child recognises you as the father I never knew?
Will you be gentle with me when I’m tired of fighting the fact that you do love me and you’re not going to leave?
Will you pull me closer when I wake up in cold sweat from a nightmare that scared me when saying you weren’t real?
If it’s not too much to ask,
But if it is, go find freedom, I’m used to being my own task.
- Giving myself permission to exist regardless of the scars, pain and loneliness, to say that there are parts of me that still matter and the fact that I’m still alive is a small victory worth celebrating on its own.
Something changes in you when you need someone that can claim your soul but you just need warmth from them and all they ever ask for is your soul…
There’s a coldness you become towards a world that only needs you moaning and hates to recognise you are mourning.
I am living in my Joel 2:25 era…
God has restored all that I’ve lost tenfold and blessed me more than I could’ve ever prayed for, my cup runs over and I’ve got peace which surpasses all understanding.
God has been so so good to me and we’re only two months into 2024. 🥹💕
I’ll reincarnate on 1 condition and 1 condition only.
God gives me the same mother I had in this lifetime, only in this reincarnated life she lives longer.
Because dear God I wanna know what it feels like to have her shout at me for being hungover when she’d really like to clean cause I was only 18 when she left and I hadn’t started experiencing life like that.
I want to turn 21 and watch her marvel at the great work she’s done raising me.
I want to spoil her with my hard earned money.
Take her to wimpy like she always did when I was a kid. I want to buy her her favourite perfumes and shoes and handbags.
I want to introduce her to her favourite potential son in-law that I’ll eventually break up with but she’ll advocate for him and say I’m just like my dad..emotionless and ready to run when love surfaces… lol.
I want to get on my first flight and call her about the experience I had.
I want to perform on incredible stages and watch her cry in the front row because her shy child has gotten so big.
I want to blunder and confess to her and have her hug me and advice me and in the end say :”Mara nawe”🙄💀
I don’t want that:”she’s looking down on you and she’s so proud of you”, I want her here.
I want here fighting me cause i want to move out and live life on my own.
I want my mother to live long in my next life.
I want her to be the first person to realise im pregnant.
I want her picking clothes for her grand kids.
I want her spoiling them for things she’d be close to disowning me for.
I want her excited that im turning 30 next year and I want her to tell me the same story of what she was going through pregnant with me in Dec 1993.
I want her happy.
Proud, alive and well.
This is not some wound that’ll Oneday heal, this is something I’ll die feeling.
Heaven will only be worth it if when I reach it I find healing.
And she be there to listen to all my adventures as I ugly cry thinking I had lost her forever.🥹
This dear Lord, is the only reason I will come back to this life.