WE ARE THE IMAGE OF GOD.
Look out for the our conversation when we will be expanding on His Likeness, you don’t want to miss it…
The most profound statement from the Book of Exodus is found in Exodus 3: 14 – I AM who I AM.
The thing is, God is not confused about who He is; with all the roles He plays in our lives, He is still clear of who He is. And it is in the same spirit that we aught to know who we are.
We are born of God and have been empowered by Him – nothing should make us forget that. Do not let your past dictate what you know of yourself – after all, you are still standing.
#ZAZI ukuba ungubani – Know who YOU ARE!!!
Every woman is a catalyst for any little girl to become the same, to answer the question of what will be the consequences of her name.
Our Ntle is full of energy and verve, she holds her head high because of her open and honest approach to life, the way her humility and compassionate nature is a necessary thing. Her dignity and strength, her pure ESSENCE are the consequences to her name.
With each passing day you bloom with grace and finesse because you share your blessings of love with those around you. Your way of life helps us understand the full extent of your womanhood and love.
We celebrate you today MyLady – Ntle, for your impact driven life.
There is no season with no end, Springtime is coming – My Lady, chin up!
There are times when winter just seems so long and bleak it almost steals our hope, remember it will soon pass.
Our Lady Hlu was born this day a couple of moons ago. We thank God for you and we know there is still much to do as you grow in your area of influence.
May the Lord give you more strength and wisdom so you may touch this generation.
With love, from all of us
…And in time, her life’s story will tell a tale.
Of the million gallant stars
That lit up the winter of cold Apartheid’s darkest nights.
Any day her eyes dared to stare the sun
With valour as she defied heat of the sun.
Rays dropped tears
They darted down the gorgeous and gorges of her African cheeks
Like many peaceful streams of rivers
Full of life they reached the ground
Not to disappear in sand
But to water the tree of freedom.
Yes, to fire up the youth and the oppressed
The darkest winter cold of Apartheid never saw it coming
It was frozen in time.
The foolishness of the designs of the system and misdeeds laid bare.
Yimbokodo ke leyo.
…and in time, her story will tail a tale.
Of the million stars of stares of women long before 1956.
That dared the patriarchy that condemned them into invisibility.
The irony of a system that sees the visible in order to blind.
Throughout time, the unseen and unsung heroines stared the future with vision.
In sight, was the dream of an African child still and born. Born to be free.
Yimbokodo ke leyo.
…And in time the tale will tell a tale.
Of one who cast a shadow over the African sun
To project a rebirth
Humming dreams of freedom.
In her tales of times
The repugnant regime of racism and oppression could only arrest her toes.
Her presence loomed larger
Larger than banning orders, solitary confinement and exploitation.
She tortured the system.
Terrified and it finally fell
And from it’s womb a new dawn emerged
To stare at the daring future.
…And in times of freedom
Trying times of transition
She could wither the storms of vilification and isolation still.
She could stand between school and taxi violence in the dusty streets.
She tailed on the tales of daring young women and the latter day hashtag movements.
Still casting a shadow of love, valour and Winnningfred!
All the while the tale was telling a story.
It was a story of love
Wrapped in match sticks, gem stones and petrol bombs.
All the while, she told a story that said: peace be still.
It was umzamo.
It is still umzamo.
It will forever be umzamo.
It will always be Nomzamo.
A tale of a darer
A tailor of vision
A tower of wisdom
Never a deserter
Even in her still shadow
That overcasts the feeble dark cloud
We remain defiant and undefeated.
…And in time, the tale of her life will be told.
It will be daring.
It will be staring at the sun any day.
With valour daring the tears of the sun.
Ray tears down the gorgeous and gorges of her African cheeks.
To the sand they grounded
Not to disappear in the San’s sand.
The foolishness of the system
Misdeeds laid bare!
That time is now.
That tale is timeless.
Yimbokodo ke leyo.
April 3, 2018