Reflections of A Black Christian Woman

April has been bittersweet. But I think what has really broken my heart is the realisation that, some individuals who come through your life only want to take instead of give. God has blessed me with wonderful relationships, and I'm not familiar with individuals who only communicate to receive. And unfortunately I can't cut ties. I would appreciate if they'd check upon me instead of always viewing my statuses in silence. I'd appreciate if they'd share a thought regarding something on my statuses instead of being silent spectators. My dear friends have been hurt by those who who claimed to be friends and I hurt on their behalf. When did humans become so evil? May I always choose to do right for the next person. God has placed me around sincere, loving, kind and God-fearing individuals whom I've just met. I think, instead of focusing on the care I'm giving and not receiving in return, I'll pour into these relationships. I'm someone who is cautious with

March was probably the hardest month. I found myself having to partake in something that I wasn't settled about - being dressed as a Makoti. I've always known I wanted to stay clear of cultural practices that might lead me to compromise my walk with God like having to worship the dead or having alcohol in the ceremony. So, when I was going to get married I had asked my husband to explain to his family that I don't believe in wearing the makoti regalia as I didn't know it's meaning and when I researched, I realised it was a product of colonialism that was adopted by the black people and his family agreed I'd dress modestly and have a small ceremony to welcome me. And so the first disappointment came when that was later changed and I was informed I had to dress as a Makoti. Then, the ceremony was no longer going to be for few family members and my family; instead it was an event of 120 people. The folks from my husband's home church felt sad that they didn'

Today marks the last day as a Makoti on duty. What a journey for the introvert me 😀. I was really nervous about it and hesitant too. Would my mother-in-law (MamaZala) like me? Will she enjoy the meals I was going to prepare? Were we going to hit it off? Thankfully, my MamaZala is a sweetheart and there weren't so many expectations. I was told to not wake up early as she rises early and I was encouraged to rest. I was responsible for breakfast and supper. And I must commend my husband for holding my hand throughout the journey: we'd prepare breakfast together initially and cook some Sabbath meals and thankfully, MamaZala really enjoyed it all 🙌 and as I cooked, I had more ideas for meals and I did meal preps alone. Thankful for acceptance and love. We also enjoyed devotion time. My husband and I would take turns on sharing the Word. We'd sing a few hymns and uMamaZala would join in. It was lovely to only have us three so that I wouldn't be overwhelmed. I appreciated th

Prior marriage, I honestly had my fears: how will living with a man be like, will I be able to freely express my desires, will he like my cooking? Will I still be able to maintain personal time and devotion?How will copulation be? Will it hurt? Will there be affection?All these questions would come to my mind from time to time, as I had never witnessed a healthy marriage where God was honoured. I had only observed bits and pieces from others and couldn't get the full picture; though there are healthy marriages. Thankfully, we can always "cast our cares to God", including our fears that keep us awake at night (1 Peter 5:7) and God promises to be with us through the fears (Isaiah 41:10). These fears  alo include a change in trajectory - whether it's leaving home, a change in career, getting married or any change we might face. My husband and I spoke about some of these fears prior marriage but our comfort has always been that God will continue guiding us as