Good evening Nekesha and family I come hear with a heavy heart , and very disappointed with my fellow Soyth Africans with all thus fighting chasing people away from the country May you kindly out my country I your prayers to prevent all this hatred that is happening and may God and Mother earth protect his people, I pray that people can have love in their hearts and spirit not to look at others like their enemies this so painful . I also pray that God could cancel all the plans on the 30th of June let the be. Let God's Angels come and talk some sense in their hearts Spreading love and light

But not in the way you think. I am the woman who gets things done. The one who carries the meetings, remembers the birthdays, meets the deadlines, holds the family together, smiles while saying, “I’ve got it.” I am resilient. I know how to rebuild from ashes. I know how to turn grief into gratitude, heartbreak into wisdom, fear into fuel. I speak of hope as if I invented it. I tell others, “You’ll get through this.” I remind them that storms pass. I quote the lessons. I wear the courage. I stand at podiums and call it strength. I have mastered the art of carrying mountains without anyone noticing my knees are shaking. I know how to say, “I’m fine,” in seven different languages. I know how to make pain look productive. I know how to laugh at dinner after crying in the car. I know how to comfort everyone else while forgetting that I, too, am someone. I know how to perform healing. I know how to wear the mask. And tonight, it slipped. I cried because the truth finally asked to be heard. Not the polished truth. Not the inspirational one. Not the version with the perfect ending. The small truth. The trembling truth. The truth with tear-stained cheeks and trembling hands. I am three. I am three years old, looking up at a world far too big, trying to understand why love sometimes leaves, why voices become sharp, why silence feels like punishment. I am three, learning that being “good” might keep everyone close. I am three, mistaking responsibility for safety. I am three, becoming remarkable because remarkable children get noticed. I am three, becoming strong because softness felt dangerous. I am three, still waiting for someone to kneel down, hold my face in their hands, and whisper, “You never had to earn your place here. You never had to carry what was never yours. You were never too much. You were never not enough. You were always worthy of being held.” And perhaps healing was never about removing the mask. Perhaps it was about taking it off long enough

Happy Saturday SSA family. I am traveling this weekend. Sending love and joy into your hearts 🥰 to overflow.

There’s a version of you that reacted faster…that took things personally…that needed to prove, explain, or defend. And then… there’s you now. The one who pauses.The one who observes.The one who feels… without immediately becoming the feeling. That shift?That space between trigger and response? That’s your power. Not perfection.Progression. Today, I want you to notice something simple: Before you respond to anything…a message, a thought, a feeling… 🛑 Pause. Ask yourself:“Is this the old version of me speaking…or the version I am becoming?” You don’t have to force a new identity.You just have to choose it… one moment at a time. 💭 Reflection Prompt:What did I handle differently this week… that the old me wouldn’t have? 🌿 Mini Practice (Stoplight Method):🔴 Stop – Notice the trigger🟡 Breathe – Feel it in your body🟢 Choose – Respond from awareness, not reaction ❤️ Reminder:What feels like rejection… is often protection.What feels like delay… is often alignment.And what feels like discomfort…is usually growth trying to introduce itself. ✨ Drop a “SHIFT” in the comments if you’re choosing the next version of you today.