Your Peace Your Priority

 When Death Leaves Us Alive This is for you… For the one who has ever sat in silence, knowing someone is never coming back. For the one who scrolls through old messages or hears a song that makes your chest tighten. This is for everyone carrying grief not on their sleeve, but inside their bones. The memory that never fades I was just a little girl, around seven. It was the year 2000. I had fallen while playing outside, and my knee was bleeding. I ran home crying  and both my parents were sitting there. That’s when my dad looked at me with calm eyes and said something I’ve never forgotten. >"Dont focus on the pain too much" Then he handed me salt. Yes, salt. To put on my wound. It stung like fire. But I got back up. And I went back to play. From that moment, I understood something. Pain doesn’t always go away when you focus too much on it. Sometimes, it’s about treating the wound even when it burns  and choosing to keep going. That’s what he taught me. My father, the ma...

To My Father in Heaven Love Doesn’t End Here Father’s Day is beautiful for many but it can also be painful for some. Today, I don’t celebrate by handing over a tie or planning a braai. Today, I celebrate in memory. In silence. In sacred reflection. I celebrate my father in heaven. I don’t remember the last thing you said to me, but I remember how you made me feel safe. Heard. Seen. You had a way of grounding me, even in your quiet. There are moments I still look for you in crowds, in dreams, and even in sentences I wish I could tell you. Grief, you see, is not a moment. It’s a rhythm. A song we never stop hearing. And love real love doesn’t disappear with the body. It lingers. It lives in the people we become, in the choices we make, in the things we forgive ourselves for. I light a candle today not to say goodbye, but to say thank you. Thank you for showing up. Thank you for planting the seed of strength in me. Thank you for the lessons that still speak when the world is loud. Today, ...

Peace Is Not A Prize   It’s A Practice They say peace is found in the arms of someone who loves you. That once you have the job, the partner, the house, the glow-up  then comes peace. But let’s get one thing straight. Peace is not a reward. It's not a final destination. It's not given  it's built. I’ve seen people with the “perfect life” crumble inside. I’ve met women who had it all the ring, the car, the applause  and still cried themselves to sleep. Because here’s the raw truth most won’t tell you: Peace doesn’t come from people. Peace doesn’t come from things. Peace is a sacred space within. It's your ability to be whole in chaos. To stay grounded when the noise outside screams louder than your thoughts. To breathe deeply when love walks away, when money is tight, when you don’t recognize the face in the mirror and still whisper, “I am okay.” Peace is: Choosing not to respond to every insult. Forgiving without receiving the apology. Cutting ties with drama, e...

 Raising Whole Children in a Half-Present World I’ve been a single mother for over 10 years. And in that time, I’ve learned one powerful truth: Father’s Day isn’t just one day of pain for many—it’s a reflection of an everyday reality. For many families, this day brings up complex emotions. Not because we want it to, but because we live in a world where father absence is more common than anyone wants to admit. But this isn’t just about one holiday. This is about how we raise children in a world where half of what they need might not be showing up. Being Present Is More Than Showing Up—It’s Holding Space I’ve always chosen to be emotionally available for my son. In my home, feelings aren’t punished—they’re welcomed. We talk. We process. We cry when we need to, and we always find our way back to peace. I don’t believe in silencing children’s feelings, especially when those feelings come from a void they didn’t create. Many parents, in their own pain, unknowingly tell their children to...

To the Fathers Who Stay:  A Tribute to Silent Strength On this Father’s Day, we pause—not just to say “Happy Father’s Day”—but to truly see the men who carry the weight of fatherhood in a world that often forgets to look. Fathers are often the unsung warriors. The ones who teach us how to ride a bike and how to stand tall. The ones who fix what’s broken—sometimes with their hands, sometimes with their hearts. They are protectors, providers, mentors, and in many cases, survivors of their own unspoken battles. In a world where emotions are often seen as weakness, men are conditioned to suppress rather than express. This Father’s Day, I want to honour not just the fathers who show up—but those who feel, who struggle, and who grow silently. The ones who keep going even when no one says thank you. The Father Figure Isn’t Always Biological Some men father children they never biologically created. They walk in when others walked out. They become anchors in the lives of children who needed...

 Strong But Silent: Breaking the Stigma Around Men’s Mental Health June is Men's Mental Health Month—and it’s time we talk about the silent struggles our men carry. We live in a world that teaches boys to “man up,” to hide their tears, and to suppress their emotions. But silence doesn’t heal wounds—it deepens them. As a Mental Health Advocate and founder of the Jathaniel Foundation, I’ve seen the quiet suffering that too many men carry. Fathers. Sons. Brothers. Partners. Trying to be strong for everyone, but not knowing where to lay their own burdens. 💬 So let’s talk about it. Why is men’s mental health so important? 1. Men are hurting—quietly. Suicide rates are significantly higher in men than women, especially in African countries. Many don’t ask for help until it’s too late. 2. Culture teaches silence. In Zimbabwe and many parts of the world, men are told to suppress their emotions. Vulnerability is seen as weakness—but in truth, it is strength. 3. Mental health is not gendered...