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'