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✨“Be, and It Is.. The Power of Divine Command”✨

There are moments in life when human strength reaches its limit, when words fall short, hands grow tired, and hearts feel heavy under the weight of waiting. It is in these sacred pauses that the phrase,

“Kun Faya Kun” .. “Be, and it is” ..

Whispers softly to the soul. This divine command, mentioned several times in the Qur’an, is more than just a statement of creation, it is the very essence of GOD’s power, mercy, and authority over all existence.

Allah says in the Qur’an..

“His command, when He intends a thing, is only that He says to it, ‘Be,’ and it is.”

(Surah Ya-Sin, 36:82)

In these few words lies the mystery of the entire universe, how something can come from nothing, how a barren heart can blossom again, how the impossible becomes possible when Allah wills it. Kun Faya Kun is not just about creation at the beginning of time, it is about re-creation, the rebirth of hope, faith, and purpose in every believer’s heart.

When your prayers seem unanswered and your path unclear, remember this,. Allah does not need time or process to bring your destiny to life. He is Al-Qadir.. The All-Powerful. For Him, delay does not mean denial. Sometimes He pauses the moment so your soul can grow into the miracle you are asking for.

Maryam (Mary), peace be upon her, was told that she would bear a child without a man. Her heart trembled at the impossibility, yet Allah said..

“It will be. When He decrees a matter, He only says to it, ‘Be,’ and it is.”

(Surah Maryam, 19:35)

That same decree that brought Isa (Jesus) into the world is still alive, it flows through your every prayer, every tear, and every hope you refuse to give up on. What you think is over, Allah can breathe life into again. What you think is lost, He can return in ways you never imagined.

Faith, then, is not just believing in Allah’s timing, it is trusting in His “Be.” Because when Allah says “Be,” the entire universe rearranges itself to fulfill that command. Mountains move, seas part, hearts soften, and destinies shift.

So, when you stand at the edge of your uncertainty, remember Kun Faya Kun. Whisper it to your fears. Write it on the walls of your heart. Let it remind you that you serve the One who creates from nothing, restores from ruins, and heals from within.

Because if Allah has written it for you, no force in existence can erase it.

KUN FAYA KUN 🤲❤️

If Words Have Power, Imagine a Prayer..

They say words hold power, the kind that can build empires or burn bridges. A single phrase can lift someone from despair or push them further into it. We have seen it countless times. How words spoken in anger wound deeper than any blade, how words spoken in love can heal what medicine cannot. But if the words we utter to one another carry that much weight, imagine what happens when those same words are whispered to the Divine. Imagine the strength of a prayer.

Prayer is not just a ritual or a habit. It is a declaration of faith disguised as a conversation. It is the moment your soul chooses to rise even when everything around you is falling apart. When you pray, you are not merely asking, you are creating. You are speaking from a place of surrender and power all at once. Because prayer is not weakness, it is alignment. It is saying, I may not know how, but I still believe You will. It is you breathing life into what seems dead, trusting that your words, once released into the universe, are heard by the One who commands it.

You see, many people underestimate their own tongues. They speak fear and then wonder why fear multiplies. They speak lack and then wonder why blessings never stay. They say “I cannot,” and the universe simply agrees. Because words are not random, they are seeds. Every thought you verbalise is a form of creation, and every prayer you make is an act of spiritual manifestation. When those words are directed toward GOD, they shift the unseen.

Mountains move. Paths clear. Hearts change.

When you pray, you are not talking to an empty sky, you are releasing faith into motion. Even if nothing changes immediately, something is happening in realms you cannot see. The energy of your belief, your surrender, and your hope begins to realign everything connected to you. Doors you did not even knock on start opening. The right people find you. The wrong ones drift away. Sometimes, the answer is not in the miracle itself but in the peace you feel while waiting for it. That peace, that stillness, is a prayer being answered silently.

Prayer does not always change your circumstances instantly, but it always changes you. It strengthens your heart, stretches your patience, and builds your faith muscle until you can look at storms and still say, “It is well.” It teaches you that miracles are not always loud, sometimes, they come as gentle reminders that GOD never stopped listening. That is the real power of prayer, it teaches you to speak life even when death surrounds you, to whisper hope even when your heart trembles.

So the next time your mind wants to say, “I cannot,” stop yourself. Instead, say, “With God, I can.” Replace your doubts with declarations. Replace fear with faith. Because if careless words can curse your reality, imagine what powerful prayers can do for it.

Your tongue carries creation. Your heart carries faith. And when the two align, when faith meets expression, heaven moves. So do not underestimate the quiet moments when your lips move in prayer. You might think you are just talking, but in truth, you are rewriting your destiny.

Because if words can build or break, prayer can resurrect.

And if words have power… imagine a prayer.

Managing Screen Time..The Balance Between Purpose and Presence..

In a world where screens have become both our window to the world and our biggest distraction, managing screen time has become less about discipline and more about intention. For me, it is all about balance, a quiet art of knowing where my time belongs and what truly deserves my attention.

My day always begins and ends with prayer. That is my anchor, my non-negotiable. It grounds me before the world starts asking for my focus. Everything else fits around that, no trimming, no compromise. Prayer reminds me that peace does not come from constant scrolling or endless work, it comes from alignment.

Once that foundation is set, I move into my writing, my articles, reflections, and the pieces that give my thoughts a voice. That is where most of my screen time is spent, but it never feels wasted, because it carries meaning. It is work that feeds my soul, not drains it.

And in between all that, I make time for the little things that keep me human, bits of charity work, helping where I can, connecting with people offline. Those moments remind me that life does not just happen behind a screen. It happens in kindness, in presence, and in purpose.

So, do I manage my screen time perfectly? Probably not. But I manage it with awareness. I know what comes first, what matters most, and what deserves my energy. And maybe that is what real balance is all about.

HE Is Already in Your Tomorrow..

There comes a moment in every soul’s journey when the heart grows weary from overthinking what lies ahead. We wrestle with uncertainty, trying to predict, prepare, and plan for every outcome, as if our worry could alter what GOD has already written. But the truth is beautifully simple, GOD is already there, in your tomorrow. He is not bound by time or uncertainty. While you lie awake wondering how it will all work out, He is already gone before you, setting things in place, aligning hearts, opening doors, and closing others that were never meant for you.

When GOD said, “Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own,”, it was not a gentle suggestion, it was an invitation to peace. A call to stop carrying what was never yours to hold. You were never meant to bear the weight of the future. That is His job. Your only task is to trust Him in this moment, to breathe, to take the next step in faith, and to know that even when you cannot see the way, the One who created the path walks beside you.

We often mistake control for security. We think that if we just plan more, do more, or think harder, we can keep everything from falling apart. But worry does not prevent the storm, it only drains your strength before it arrives. Faith, on the other hand, builds endurance. It says, “Even if I do not understand, I will still trust.” It says, “Even if I cannot see what is next, I know Who is next.”

Every sunrise is GOD’s quiet reminder that His mercy is renewed, that grace is still available, and that yesterday’s fears do not have power over today’s peace. Every night, as you close your eyes, heaven whispers over you. You are still covered. You are still held. You do not have to fix everything today. You do not have to figure it all out in one breath. All you have to do is rest in the knowledge that nothing is out of His control, not the pain, not the delay, not even the silence.

Worry builds walls, but faith opens windows. It lets the light in. It allows hope to breathe again. When you finally stop trying to control the uncontrollable, you make room for miracles. You begin to see that every waiting season, every unanswered prayer, every detour, was simply GOD preparing you for the version of tomorrow that He already stands in.

So let go, love. Stop wrestling with what only He can handle. Stop fearing the unknown when you belong to the One who knows it all. GOD is already there, in your tomorrow, in your next chapter, in every unfolding piece of your story. And where He is, there is peace.

Do Not Let Your History Interfere With Your Destiny..

You are not what happened to you, you are what you choose to become next.

Your past may explain you, but it should never define you. We all carry history, stories we do not talk about, wounds that shaped our silence, and moments that made us question our worth. But there comes a point where you have to decide, will your history be your anchor, or your teacher? Because if you do not draw that line, your past will keep showing up like an uninvited guest, sitting at the table of your future and eating away at your destiny.

See, destiny does not care about where you have been, it cares about where you are going. History will always whisper, reminding you of every failure, every heartbreak, every betrayal. It will tell you that you are not good enough, that you have messed up too much, that you have lost too many times. But destiny? Destiny speaks in silence. It waits for you to believe again, to rise again, to take the same hands that once trembled and turn them into instruments of power and purpose.

The truth is, your past is a place of reference, not residence. You visit it to learn, not to live there. Staying stuck in your history is like re-reading the same painful chapter and wondering why the story never moves forward. You cannot build a new life when you keep decorating the ruins of the old one. Healing does not mean you forget what happened, it means you no longer let it decide what happens next.

Let us be honest, some of what you have been through broke you in ways you do not even talk about. But it also built a strength that people cannot see. You did not come this far to let your pain become your personality. The greatest trap is believing that because something was, it must always be. That is not truth, that is trauma talking. And the moment you silence that voice, you make room for divine redirection.

Your destiny is still calling. It is calling beyond your disappointments, beyond your regrets, beyond your mistakes. The same GOD who saw you fall is the same one who wrote a comeback into your story. Your history might have taught you survival, but your destiny demands transformation.

So, stop rehearsing your pain. Start re-writing your purpose. Do not let the version of you that was hurt stop the version of you that was chosen. Your future is not waiting for the perfect you, it is waiting for the healed you, the ready you, the fearless you.

Because you are not the sum of your history .. You are the promise of your destiny.

Reset. Clean Out. Refocus. I Am Ready..

There comes a time in life when you realize that carrying yesterday’s weight into tomorrow will only slow your rebirth. That is the moment when everything inside you whispers, or sometimes screams, ENOUGH. Enough of the noise, enough of the clutter, enough of the chaos pretending to be comfort. That is when the power in you rises, and you declare with full conviction.. Reset. Clean out. Refocus. I am ready.

This is not about starting over from weakness, it is about restarting from wisdom. It is not about giving up, it is about realigning. Life has a strange way of crowding our mental and emotional space with things that no longer serve us, people who drain more than they pour, habits that delay our growth, thoughts that paralyse us with fear or guilt. A true reset begins when you confront all of that with brutal honesty. You stop romanticising the old and start prioritising your peace.

To reset is not an escape, it is an act of strength. It is hitting pause, not because you are lost, but because you have finally remembered who you are. It is the quiet courage to say, “I cannot keep moving in circles or chasing tails,” and the boldness to draw a new line forward. It means breaking free from auto-pilot living and asking yourself what truly matters, not what society says, not what others expect, but what your soul needs.

Then comes the clean out, the most uncomfortable yet liberating stage. You start decluttering your spirit the same way you would declutter a room that has been collecting dust for years. You release emotional baggage, you forgive yourself for the times you settled, and you shut the doors that lead back to your pain. You learn to say no, not because you are cold, but because peace now has a higher price tag. You realise that healing requires space, and that not everyone deserves access to the next version of you.

You clean out your environment, too, mentally, physically, spiritually. You delete conversations that disturb your growth. You distance yourself from energies that confuse your focus. You even clean out your self-talk, no more “I cannot,” no more “maybe someday.” From this moment on, you speak to yourself like someone you love.

And then, with clarity restored, you refocus. You channel your energy into what feeds your purpose. You remind yourself that not every battle deserves your attention and not every voice deserves a response. Refocusing means mastering the art of stillness in a world addicted to chaos. It means choosing growth over gossip, progress over perfection, alignment over approval.

When you refocus, you see that the things that once broke you were never meant to destroy you, they were pruning you for discipline, resilience, and vision. You begin to see opportunity where others see endings. You become intentional with your time, mindful of your energy, and selective with your peace. You move differently, not louder, not faster, but sharper, calmer, more precise.

So when you say “I am ready,” it is not a soft declaration. It is a war cry from the soul. It is the sound of a person who has walked through confusion, survived storms, and now stands unshaken in purpose. You are not returning to who you were before everything changed, you are stepping into who you were always meant to be.

Ready for peace.

Ready for growth.

Ready for clarity.

Ready for you.

Because when you reset, clean out, and refocus, you do not just rebuild your life. You redesign your destiny. And this time, you do it on your terms, with divine guidance, unshakable confidence, and a fire that no one can dim.

You are not starting over, you are starting right.

🔥 Reset. Clean Out. Refocus. You are ready, and that is your power 🔥

When Them Tables Turn..

When them tables turn, do not lose your appetite.

Because I remember when I was the meal, served cold, mocked, picked apart, and left to starve on my own silence. I remember when they fed off my weakness, when they mistook my kindness for lack of spine, when my tears became their entertainment, and my heart became their playground. But I stayed ..

I stayed hungry. Hungry to heal. Hungry to rise. Hungry to become everything they said I could not.

See, people get real bold when they think you will never stand again. They confuse your quiet for defeat, your peace for surrender, your heart for weakness. But let me tell you, the same pain they fed you, the same storms they threw your way, are the very things that built your table. And now that the plates have turned, that the same mouths that cursed your name now whisper it in awe .. Do not lose your appetite.

Because I ate my heartbreak raw. I swallowed my pride, chewed on betrayal, digested humiliation, and still had room for growth. I fed on lessons no one warned me about, I dined with disappointment until I learned to season my strength. And babe, I never lost my taste for victory, even when it came bitter.

So when them tables turn, do not get soft. Do not start preaching forgiveness if they never knew repentance. Eat that shit like I did .. Cold, quiet, and with the same straight face they once wore when it was your pain on the plate. You do not owe anyone the softness they refused you. You owe yourself the satisfaction of not flinching when karma finally serves the main course.

This is not about revenge .. It is about balance. It is about remembering that every tear you cried was a seed, and now it is harvest season. You do not need to gloat, your peace is loud enough. You do not need to prove a point, your glow already screams it. Just eat. Eat the silence, the justice, the shift, the reckoning .. Because you earned every damn bite.

And if your hands shake when you lift that fork .. Let them. That is not weakness, that is release. That is your soul realising that the very pain that tried to kill you became your feast. You stayed at the table long enough to be served.

So, when them tables turn, do not lose your appetite. Eat it with grace. With grit. With GOD watching and karma cooking. Because I did .. And trust me, it tastes like peace.

“How Much Would I Pay to Go to the Moon?”

How much would you pay to go to the moon?

“How much would you pay to go to the moon?”
A simple question.. But for me, it is not about rockets or money, it is about peace..
And peace? That is priceless..

If someone asked me how much I would pay to go to the moon, I would not answer in numbers, I would answer in scars. Because money feels too small a currency for the price of peace. See, for me, the moon is not just a destination, it is an escape. It is silence without sorrow. It is the kind of distance no heartbreak can breach, no phone call can break, and no memory can find its way into.

I would pay every sleepless night that ever haunted me. I would pay every tear I have ever cried over things I could not change, over people who never stayed, over versions of myself I had to bury to survive. I would pay my pain, my disappointments, and all the noise that lives inside my head. I would give my left arm if it meant I could finally drift in a place where gravity does not pull at my soul the way life does.

Because, let us be honest, sometimes the weight of living feels heavier than the pull of the earth. The expectations, the mistakes, the regrets, the endless chase to be “okay” when nothing really feels okay, they all pile up. So when I think about the moon, I do not think about space suits and shuttle rides. I think about freedom. I think about breathing in silence that does not demand an explanation.

I think about floating, not just in the physical sense, but emotionally, spiritually, just floating, finally unbothered, finally unburdened.

They say the moon is cold, empty, and lifeless. But maybe that is exactly why it feels so inviting. Maybe peace has always looked a little lonely from the outside. Maybe quiet does not need to be filled. Maybe that is the kind of solitude I have been craving, not loneliness, but stillness. Not isolation, but release.

And if we are talking logistics, yes, a trip to the moon would cost hundreds of millions of Rands. But here is the truth.. Peace of mind feels just as rare. Some people spend their entire lives trying to buy happiness, chasing love, success, or validation, and still come back empty. So how much would I pay to go to the moon? Everything that ever hurt me. Every version of me that settled for less. Every time I said “I am fine” when I was not. Every broken piece I have carried just to keep going.

I would pay it all. Because up there, no one could reach me. Not their opinions. Not their expectations. Not their ghosts. Just me, the stars, and the sound of my own breathing, alive, finally unchained from the noise of the world.

Maybe one day, they will sell tickets to the moon. But until then, I will keep searching for little ways to go there without ever leaving. Through silence, through prayer, through writing, through healing. Because the truth is, sometimes “the moon” is not miles away, it is the moment you choose yourself above everything that tried to destroy you.

So, how much would I pay to go to the moon?

Everything I have ever survived.

And honestly, that feels like a fair trade.

“The Mirror Never Lies, But People Do”

We live in a world where people edit their faces more than their attitudes.

Where filters fix insecurities, but no one filters their behavior.

Everyone wants to look flawless, but few care to be flawless where it counts.

It is wild, really.

You will see someone panic over a pimple, but not blink when they betray a friend.

They will spend hours choosing the right outfit, but will not spend five minutes reflecting on the kind of energy they bring into a room.

We chase beauty like it is currency, but character, the real wealth, sits bankrupt.

It has become so much easier to contour your face than to confront your flaws.

It is easier to flex perfection than to fix the parts of you that keep hurting people.

So we build this culture of polished masks and empty morals, a generation that glows on the outside but decays on the inside.

The mirror may show your reflection, but your actions show your truth.

And too many are choosing mirrors over morals.

Pretty faces can hide ugly souls.

Perfect smiles can belong to cruel hearts.

And the most “confident” people online can be the most insecure ones offline, because when the filters fade, they cannot recognize who they have become.

They are not afraid of looking bad, they are terrified of being seen.

You cannot Facetune a fake heart.

You cannot edit integrity.

And you cannot hide forever behind a pretty picture if your character keeps cracking underneath it.

So maybe, just maybe, it is time we stop asking, “Do I look good?”

and start asking, “Am I good?”

Because the truth is, beauty fades, but the kind of person you are never stops showing.

Some of us would rather lose our souls than our spotlight.

Some People Need to Be Dodged Like a Tax Bracket..

There are people in your life who cost you more than they give, time, dignity, sleep, joy. You do not negotiate with hurricane seasons, you evacuate. You do not owe them explanations for prioritizing your peace. Dodge them like you dodge a bad tax bracket, quickly, legally, and with a relieved exhale when it is over.

You will meet predators disguised as friends, experts in guilt, and champions of the slow-drip sabotage. They wear charm like camouflage and turn every compliment into a down payment on your anxiety. You feel the drain before you can name it, small erasures, jokes that sting, “helpful” corrections that hollow you out, emotional overdrafts you never consented to.

This piece is blunt because the truth is not polite. It is surgical. It is a mirror with no soft edges. If you have ever waited for an apology that never came, or stayed because leaving seemed like admitting defeat, stop. Some people are not problems to be solved, they are patterns to escape.

How to spot them (blade-sharp indicators)

They are consistently inconsistent, present when convenient, absent when needed. They apologize half-heartedly and repeat the hurt like a stuck record. They turn your boundaries into a negotiation and your kindness into a loophole. They gaslight you into questioning your map, your memory, your worth, your instincts. They collect favors like trophies and treat your empathy like currency. If you check more than two boxes, you are not being dramatic, you are being awake.

Why dodging is not cowardice, it is currency..

Dodging is not avoidance, it is economy. Every minute you spend repairing someone else’s chaos is a minute you steal from your own life. People who erode you are tax drains on your emotional budget. You would not keep paying a fee that bankrupts you, do not keep paying attention to a presence that bankrupts your soul.

Staying out of habit is not loyalty. Loyalty is reciprocal. If everything you give is due and everything they give is take, it is not a relationship, it is a drain. Save yourself the slow bankruptcy.

The cost of staying (and why leaving is radical)

You will lose pieces of yourself, your bluntness, your hobbies, your laugh, then your appetite for joy. Anger becomes your internal landlord and anxiety your daily commute. The cost is cumulative and invisible until one morning you wake up smaller, used up like a candle burned at both ends.

Leaving is radical because it disrupts their expectation. They assume you will always be available, pliable, apologetic. When you do not play that role anymore, their script collapses. That discomfort belongs to them. Let it.

How to dodge, practical, unromantic, effective moves..

Cut the emotional credit line. Stop lending attention to people who cash it and never repay. Keep interactions transactional and short. Use boundaries like a border wall. Firm, non-negotiable lines, limited time, limited topics, limited access. No explanations required. Refuse to be coached into guilt. When they weaponize your kindness, label it, “I am not discussing this.” End the conversation. Replace energy with silence. Silence is a tool. It is not passive, it is a recalculation of worth. Reduce their audience. If you must interact, do it in groups or public settings, less chance for intimate sabotage. Prepare exit lines. Short, clear, repeatable. E.g., “I cannot be part of this,” “That relationship isn’t healthy for me,” “I’m stepping back.” Say it once, then act. Reinvest the time. Take the hours you would have drained and put them into craft, sleep, call a friend who builds you up, go for a run, do things that make your life denser and richer.

Slap-you-on-the-head truths (no sugar)..

You are not responsible for other people’s feelings at the cost of your sanity. People who treat you like an option will never see you as the main event. Emotional labor surrendered without reciprocity is modern-day indentured servitude. Your silence is not weakness, it is a strategic retreat. Leaving is not burning bridges, sometimes it is removing a bridge to a toxic island.

When they come back (and they will)..

They will notice your absence like they would notice an unpaid bill. They will reach out with softened edges and sharpened promises. Do not confuse theatrics for change. If the pattern returns faster than accountability, it is a stunt. Forgiveness is a gift, not a subscription you renew blindly.

Reclaiming your dignity (the action plan)..

Audit your relationships quarterly. Who adds value? Who subtracts? Cut accordingly. Practice boundary phrases until they come naturally. Celebrate small victories, a phone call you did not take, a party you left early because you valued rest. Keep receipts, emotional memory matters. If it felt bad once, it can again. Do not rationalize it away.

Some people need to be dodged like a tax bracket, painfully, immediately, and with no refund. Because some people will be a lifetime of taxes you never signed up for. So stop filing, stop explaining, and just dodge, watch how quickly your net worth in peace compounds. 💭

DO NOT Let Just Anyone Into Your Space

It took me a while to come to terms with what happened, and how it happened. So much played out, all using our emotions, our situation, and empty promises to get what was needed, and when. Because we were in that vulnerable a position, we were coerced into believing every lie about how life would become easier if the so-called assistance was given. Today, I share my story not just to heal, but also to silence those who assume I am now financially secure, so to speak.

Our homes are meant to be sacred The place where we rest, heal, and feel safe. Yet sometimes the danger does not break down the door, it walks right in because we welcomed it, trusting someone’s words and disguises.

There are people in this world who prey on kindness, on vulnerability, on the very moment you feel most desperate. They show up with sympathy, sweet talk, and a so-called “gift” of sight, claiming they sense evil in your home or life. They know exactly what to say, how to position their words, and how to stir fear so that you let them in further. They manipulate emotions, twist reality, and make you dependent on them for answers you never needed in the first place.

My mother and I were victims. Through a third party, strangers learned about our struggles, our desperation, our wounds. That was all they needed to pounce. They spoke of visions, claimed to remove unseen darkness, and introduced actions foreign to our faith, things we would never have considered under normal circumstances. But in that vulnerable moment, we believed. And we paid. We paid not just with money, but with our peace, dignity, and trust.

Now, looking back, the manipulation is crystal clear. They were not helpers, they were con artists who thrive on breaking others down to fatten their own pockets. Scammers wear many disguises, a friend of a friend, a friend, a healer, even a spiritual guide. But the pattern is always the same, they feed on your emotions, make you dependent, and leave you broken when there is nothing left to take.

This is my warning, from one manipulated, hurt, penniless victim to anyone who will listen..

DO NOT ALLOW JUST ANYONE INTO YOUR SPACE.

Protect your home, your heart, and your faith. Not every smiling face or concerned voice comes with good intentions. Some enter to heal, but some enter only to destroy.

Watching my mom plead with me in her final moments, to reclaim what was meant to be mine, turned me cold. My poor mother felt sympathy and pity for a face, not knowing the true intentions behind it. She died with regret for trusting blindly. It was a brutal lesson to both of us.

Worst of all was the remorse she felt, knowing that her blind, raw trust had sowed chaos in my life, a mess of her own unintended making. She understood, too late, that she had bred snakes.

Even more painful was knowing no justice would come once she was gone. No one would have the honesty to pay back what they took. And that stress, knowing this, was the very thing that took her away like the flash of lightning.

I now know your truth.

Unapologetic Closure

I do not forgive you. And maybe that is not what I am “supposed” to say. Maybe the world expects me to wrap it all up neatly with healing, grace, and a polite wish of “well-being” for you. But I do not. I cannot. And I am not sorry.

Forgiveness is a gift, yes, but it is not a requirement. It is not an obligation to smooth over the cracks you left in me or to validate the pain you caused, regardless of my effort and care for you throughout our lives. Sometimes, closure does not come in warm words or a gentle letting go, it comes in truth, in naming exactly what is, in holding firm to the boundary of my heart.

I choose my peace, not for you, but for me. I choose honesty over performative grace. I choose to honor my pain without bending it into someone else’s narrative. I will heal, yes, in my own time, in my own way, but I will not apologize for where I stand.

I am not bitter; I am awake. I am not cruel. I am clear. And I am not sorry.

I have stood by you through every bit of your pain, your joy you never shared, your children were made mine and today I am a soul living in deep regret of loving those who never really loved me back. You were my only and you broke me. I do not forgive, I will never forgive you.

But I do thank you for the lessons and tears along the way, the made me much stronger to stand my ground today.

I lost myself being a mother to you and to those you are a mother too. But our paths end here.

Voice to the Voiceless

When a woman slaps a man, our society is quick to defend her and say she was pushed and acted out of anger. When a woman decides to abort a child, we then say it her right to decide. If she abandon her marriage we say she chose her piece of mind.

When a woman kills a man we defend her and say it was self defense, when she cheats we then say she was pushed because she wasn’t happy in a relationship. When she falsely accuse our brother of rape, we pity her and say she was misled or she didn’t know what she was doing.

Everytime a woman does a despicable thing, our society is quick to defend her actions by saying she had reasons for doing what she did.

But when a man slaps a woman in retaliation he’s called an abuser, when he says he’s not ready to be a father we call him trash, when he leaves his marriage we call him a coward who’s heartless. How could he leave her with the kids? That’s what we say

When a man kills a woman in retaliation we call him a murderer, when he cheats he’s a dog, when he’s falsely accused of rape we convict him without evidence. We judge him before being proven guilty by the court of law. Everytime a man does something wrong we call him trash, dog, heartless, monster, cheater, we call all sorts of names because his only mistake was to be born a man in a society that values only the rights of women not of men.

We slowly destroying the very same men we want as husbands, fathers to our kids, brother and uncles. We wonder why our boy children turn out to be the same men we killed emotionally

MEN are hurting
They are emotionally wounded
Our brothers are bleeding inside.
Men are voiceless
Men don’t have rights
Men are destroyed by the same people who should be loving them unconditionally.