Watch our Director, Sam Gqomo, chat about the birth and vision of Womandla Foundation on SABC 3s ‘Afternoon Express.’
See how you or your organisation can get involved. We hope to roll out our events calendar with established partners for the year 2020.
Here’s to expansion! Send us any comments or queries on firstname.lastname@example.org.
I used to often laugh when my Pastor spoke about stingy men. He called them “AmaSkorokoro” in jest, advising us to run for our lives when we see snippets of scrooge-like tendencies. The premise was never focused on gold digging, but merely to teach us all how ladies should be treated and how crafty some men can be.
A lifetime ago some bloke tried “cute” things I considered paltry. I’d mention a residential area that I liked, he’d say he would want to RETIRE there, I’d talk about a career move and he’d brag about an offer he ONCE received. I bought myself two pairs of shoes- on sale- (one for an event and one for…. life) and he said the women he married would have no say in his finances.
I was deeply perplexed because this conversation was about my everyday life and preferences, yet he took it personally, as if I’d asked for his permission or help in ANY of these things.
Ebendibona mos ku Instagram? Endibona naku LinkedIN? (He saw my posts on LinkedIn and Instagram)
HELLO. HASHTAG. LEVELS!
“Friends, if you are in the standard grade class- stay and excel there. Leave HIGHER GRADE things to the boffins.”- Samkelwe Gqomo 2016
I didn’t want anything of his, I was just sharing. Also, he should’ve noticed my lifestyle and done the math. He was obviously looking for love in the wrong place.
Love is not based on someone’s beauty. Love is not about wearing the other person down. Love is not reducing someone’s standard. Love is not so selfish or limiting. Yes, love is not about money, but it is CERTAINLY not asking if the bread offered at a restaurant is FREE either.
Do you know that paradoxical feeling of being full and empty at the same time? Maybe not.
I just came back from a long, overdue trip home. The weekend seemed quick as lightening, a reflection of the speed of which this year has gone by.
I feel full in my spirit, because of:
- The picturesque drives along the sea
- Pop-ins at my former work and seeing my ex-colleagues (now friends)
- My dad’s bear hugs
- Mom’s chocolate breakfasts
- Granny’s magwinyas
- Ivumba le heater ye paraffin at their place
- Brunches and lunches with my sister and besties
- Kisses, hugs and prayers from my old church people
Time is so valuable. People are so precious. I value every moment spent with those who route for me, support me and want nothing but the best for me. I draw strength from them.
My vernac expressions just prove how strong the longing was, how far the distance seemed, a kind of reawakening of what matters most!
I’m back in Cape Town feeling empty, because I miss it all again.
You’re gonna be loved and
Have no reason not to love
Back how you’re loved good.
You’re gonna be loved and
Fall for yourself in how they
Love the love in you.
You’re gonna be loved and
Not want it harmed. Not even
You’re gonna be loved
Enough for you to prune
Away your thorns, break away
Your walls, calm away your storms,
Shave away your scorn and do away
With the pain that pierces today from
You’re gonna be loved and love won’t
Feel like an everyday war with God.
You’re gonna be won.
A heart priced by heaven for
Choosing itself to love and fill
Before any other.
A mind that loved its own peace
So much peace became its power.
The power and love you gave you
Became the love ten times you
Attracted for yourself to enjoy
As sheer proof that doing you
Was a better play, a great
Choice and the winning
You will be loved and true
Love can’t wait to know the best
Parts that rose from the worst in
You deserve it too. All because
You’re choosing you.
– Hakeem Anderson-Lesolang
I sometimes consider life to be like a pageant. Pretentious, competitive and an arduous battle.
People tend to go out of their way to impress the judges; to win the coveted crown and title. Some turn to sabotaging their opposition and engage in immoral activities all to prove their worthiness. The irony of it all is that those competing are completely different yet so badly want the same thing.
Some contestants are insecure and you watch them mimicking others’ behaviour. The overly confident ones are like that because they are compensating for their insecurities.
Life is suddenly a complete juxtaposition of seeking ephemeral reward versus gaining eternal fulfilment.
The thing about pageants is that the judges seek a match for certain criteria and they will continuously tell you what you’re doing wrong instead of celebrating your strengths and affirming what you are doing right.
The saddest part is that we wilfully participate in these competitions because we want to stand out, because we are told that we belong to a certain mould or because we do not want to be rejected by society.
The danger about seeking approval from society is that you will never win. Being a loser goes against God’s word of saying you are victorious and more than a conqueror. How do you dominate and become fruitful with a defeated mentality?
The meaning of life is to give life meaning. When God asks you to go, you cannot be waiting for anyone else’s approval before you act. God will use you as He created you, remembering the fact that you are made in His perfect image. God will give you experiences (bearable others not) that will shape you, humble you and make you complete.
God has handpicked you. He has made you the head and not the tail, above and not beneath. He has bestowed upon you a crown of splendour that no pageant title can ever award.
Relish in that, because you already are a royal priesthood and a chosen generation!
There are so many blogs and articles on who you should marry, what you should look for in a guy/girl and basically the order and steps to follow in life with regards to marriage. (Have those 10-step articles ever worked for anybody? Just wondering)
I am at the age where engagements and talks of marriage are on a record high. People feel the need to direct me towards my “perfect fit.” I haven’t been told anything about my eggs yet (thank God) but I feel that kind of talk is steadily on its way.
I don’t feel any pressure though. I find it all ludicrous to think we all will follow the same suit, as if it’s a rite of passage of being a woman.
Anyway, this talk made me feel happy and brought me closer to myself. It put things in perspective and made me value myself even more than I already do. Not in a vain kind of way, but to promise myself certain things and not long for them from someone else.
I will have more honest conversations with myself in order for me not to be misled by wish lists, fantasies, emotions and fleeting feelings.
So just like Tracy McMillan, I am marrying myself. (for now LOL)
At this moment, I am grateful for the internet. Her life lessons have become mine, with much less experience and lesser pain. I don’t have to go through what she has, but I can draw from her life story and become a better person for myself and my person.
I urge you to keep that long list of “wants” in a partner at the back of your mind and write yourself a letter of how kinder you can be to yourself.
As I write my vows, to myself…