The first time I met Dr Tshepo Motsepe, we were sitting together at an event where former President Mbeki and I were scheduled to speak about the importance of encouraging South Africans abroad to return home to build the country. I was suffering from a cold and sneezing uncomfortably. A highly qualified doctor, she texted her driver a prescription for me and before long I just saw medicine being delivered. I have seen her a few times since in different circumstances and each time I left with one impression of a kind, caring and nurturing human. A mother.
When I see the regrettably unAfrican social media critique of her at 71, I wondered what happened to us. Our humanity and culture.
Looking at our own mothers, at 71, many would have lost a step or syllable or two, and have wrinkles that merit the journeys they have travelled: Raising children and communities. Building careers and families. All the while being underestimated; taken for granted; earning less while doing the most; being abused and used; walked all over and not appreciated.
Despite our best efforts, we can't dictate what nature serves us. Certainly, I don't know where or how most of our grandmothers, mothers, sisters or aunts would look like at 71. Or how anyone of us would. But I sure hope and pray I would be as dignified, qualified and respected as Dr. Tshepo Motsepe is in her field and society.
She has bothered no one. Has never been in the papers for the wrong things. Never sought the limelight or approval of public. And obviously hasn't resorted to the short-cuts most of us take with botox, bleaching, BBL, weaves, and the likes that seek to defy or redefine nature.
She is like most of our mothers, and just happens to be in the public eye because she married the most public of figures, the President of the Republic, Cyril Ramaphosa. She deserves the respect and adulation we pay our mothers and women like her who have carved their own paths and successes. Unless what we are reflecting in these social media streets is how we treat our own mothers.
@SbuMpungose Eishhh 🫣the testimonies of those that went thru this is endless.Some were fortunate enough to survive regardless of the repercussions they have to deal with daily & unfortunately some are⚰️.. We’re all wanting some fixing there&there whilst guys are so not bothered😅😅
HISTORY MADE!!!
Four Times World Champions!!!
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@Springboks
WOW!!! WOW!! WOW!!!!
Some random trivia:
If the Springboks win the World Cup, (I so want to say ‘when’) we will be the first country with 4 World Cups.
We would remain the only country to never lose a final. 4 finals.
We would be the only country to win two World Cups in the same country on FOREIGN soil (2007 in France, 2023 in France). New Zealand won two of theirs on home ground. The first in 1987, second in 2011.
(The All Blacks won two thirds of their World Cups at home. The Springboks won two thirds of their World Cups on foreign soil).
A win means three quarters of our World Cups would have been won on foreign soil.
The Boks would be the second country to win back to back titles after the ABs.
But all this pales in comparison to the fact that we would have had the toughest path to a final win in the history of World Cup sports, because we would have played all top 6 ranked countries on our way to winning the Cup.
We played the number 6th, 5th, 4th, 3rd and 2nd ranked sides in the world.
All the best to the Boks, looking forward to today. Regardless of how things turn out today, I am incredibly proud of them.
To be clear, I have unwavering faith in our Boks.
This 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud lady, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o’clock, with her hair fashionably coiffed and makeup perfectly applied, even though she is legally blind, moved to a nursing home yesterday. Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary.
After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready. As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of her tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window. “I love it,” she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.
“Mrs. Jones, you haven’t seen the room …. just wait.”
“That doesn’t have anything to do with it,” she replied. “Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn’t depend on how the furniture is arranged, it’s how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. It’s a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice;
I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open I’ll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I’ve stored away, just for this time in my life.”
She went on to explain, “Old age is like a bank account, you withdraw from what you’ve put in. So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank. I am still depositing.”
And with a smile, she said: “Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
1. Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less, & enjoy every moment.
Photograph by Karsten Thormaehlen
@Benji_Sports You’re indeed a God’s favourite, jealous down!! You’re indeed favoured bro💖.
You & your wife look stunning 👌🔥.
May God bless your union🙏🏼💘
@SbuMpungose Mascara’s do expire. Supposedly to be kept for 3-6 mnths. 2-3 mnths is safer.
Having to repeat the use of the brush daily opt to give one an infection.
Consider to scoop enough mascara for your lashes and rinse brush after.
I trust you’re well😘