Life Lived From The Inside

There are certain things you can never fully comprehend what people meant until you in it, and marriage is one of those things. You may read all the books in this planet about marriage, prepare yourself to be a good spouse, but the reality is, until you are in it, all is just hear say. I have been married for 11months and it’s been one interesting 11months of my life. I believe, marriage is not for a certain age, but it is for the matured and for those willing to sacrifice for the next person. One woman once said “ Marriage is spelled WORK!”. There is so much truth to that statement because every day you work on your marriage. B and I went for pre-marital counselling. In my single years, I attended a lot of single seminars and listened to a lot of marriage sermons so I prepare myself for this beautiful ministry called marriage. I have no regrets in doing so because the knowledge I received I still use it even today, however, nothing fully made me comprehend what marriage woul...

  “Well, she suffered from intense period pains and when she went to the doctor, she was told she has cysts and she needs to do an op”. That was the first time I heard of cysts and the first time I realised that it is not normal to have intense period pains that paralyse. This was 2014 when I had the conversation with a friend about another friend. Knowing I also suffer from intense period pains, however, I didn’t see the need to go see the gynaecologist. By the end of 2014, I had heard of cysts from two women who had them and endured a lot of pain. “These things must be common” I thought. I continued enduring my intense period pains as myprodol would ease them for an hour or two, but I was not planning to go see a doctor. This was my thing, I am not a sickly person and never was in my early stages of growing up. So I feared doctors and hospitals. I still do! I always think 6 out of 10, doctors always tell you the worst news. But I knew that ignorance wouldn’t get me a...

It’s festive season!!! And the last thing one needs to read is a long post! So I am going to keep it short. There’s something exciting about December. For many Christians, we remember the birth of our Saviour Jesus Christ. It is for this very reason we celebrate. December is my time to pause and reflect on the year I have had. Go back to my year goals and see how far I have come with them. It is a time for me to pray for my plans for the next year. 2015 has been a great year for me. I have seen God’s faithfulness and His provision in a remarkable way. I thank God that I am still saved. I have seen children of God drift away from Him without even noticing, therefore I thank Him for my salvation. I thank God for my marriage. Looking back to the failed relationships and the silent times where I wondered, if I have a desire to do life with someone, why is it that nothing is happening, but God knew better. B gave me a scare last month when he had a seizure one early morning. From t...

LOBOLA/MAGADI My name is Temogo and I am a born again child of God. I am also Pedi. My mother is Tsonga and my father is Pedi. I easily give it away I am Pedi as most Pedis pronounce their “R” different to other people. I grew up in a Christian home that never practiced any cultural practices such as ancestral rituals and so forth. However, growing up in an African home, one always knew the day someone decides to marry them, they are going to have to pay lobola. It was not up for discussion whether it should be paid or not. As a Christian, lobola is not something I questioned whether it is detestable to God or not. I know that it is not what it used to be but, I just never questioned if Christians should be practicing it until I was questioned about it. “Did they pay lobola for you? If you had it your way, would you have allowed them to pay lobola for you? Will you want your children to pay lobola?” these are some of the questions that were posed to me that left me feeling...

Growing up, my cousins and I used to play “house”. This is a game with different names but played the same where, we get into roles and play family in an imaginary home in our backyards. One thing I remember from the game is how the boys would go hunt for birds, whilst the girls stay home, clean, fix the dinner table (made from paint tins and a scrap board) and wait for the boys to get back with the meat. Without fail, the boys always came home with something (a bird or locust). They would then clean up the bird and grill it on a braai stand they made. On bad days, it was hard to trap a bird, yet even on those bad days, they still brought home something from hunting. That’s how most of my age group played when we were young. It is disappointing to see some of the boys I grew up around, have lost the hunter in them. How did they get to this point? Is it the feminist movement or the lack of active fathers in the home? The need for men in society hits me harder now that...

  Months back I went through one of the toughest week for me as I went on a media fast (It’s easier for me to fast food, but media is something else.) I had been putting it on hold for quite some time, but I knew it had to happen the moment my husband was chatting to me and I would be on Twitter reading on current news. It was as though media was my god and it was ruling my life. I would watch three hours of   reality shows on YouTube without moving from the couch. So, it finally happened, and if you have been on a fast, you know the first days/week might be the hardest, but as your flesh starves for what it loves most, your spirit is being filled. Your fleshy senses phase out and you are more sensitive to what you see or hear and so forth. One thing I love about fasting is as you spend time in God’s word and prayer, your spirit gets sensitive. You not only know what is right or wrong, but are able to choose what is right. The more you draw closer to God, He is also ...

This time last year, I attended the annual Rhema women’s conference and during their panel discussion, different women were asked “What do you wish you knew at 21 that you know now?” Wise women who were on the panel discussion answered, but one reply left me evaluating my own life. Quoting Dr Mpofu “I wish I knew for wrong things to happen, things don’t have to be wrong. God does not waste pain. I went to Namibia. The hotel we were in was in the middle of nowhere in the dessert, and I concentrated on the desolate dessert where there was no rain. That night as we sat outside, the sky was so beautiful, the stars were so clear and so close. God said to me, I created rain, and it is me who chooses where there will be rain. I chose for rain not to be here, and look how you are enjoying the beauty of the dessert. Check in your life where you are expecting me to bring rain, when I have chosen that there shouldn’t be any.” I asked my lady friends the same question, these are the...