Dear Lord
Galatians 3:28-29 There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither bond nor free, there is neither male nor female: for ye are all one in Christ Jesus. And if ye be Christ’s, then are ye Abraham’s seed, and heirs according to the promise.
Grant us the serenity to accept the things we cannot change. That we are women. We are powerful and we were born with amaphiko. To sour. The courage to change those we can. The injustice. The silence about abuse. The fear of going after amaphupho ethu. Hard. The tendency of letting other people and our past experiences define us and making decisions based on imizwa. Feelings that are wavering. Questioning. Shifting. Denying. Hurting. The tendency of not questioning things. Floating. Letting the waves carry us where they want. Tossed to and from by the tides no matter how small. Nomatter how big. The rise. The stumble. The fall. From being weighed down by the combined effects of forces exerted by umhlaba, ilanga lenyanga. And the wisdom to know the difference. I pray more than anything that you help us find ourselves. Find our voices. Find our place in the world. A place where we are not separated by differences, man from woman. A place where fighting the injustices does not leave us deemed as rebellious. Ungrounded. Not fully woman. A place where our meek and quiet spirits are not taken advantage of. A place where woman owns being woman! A place where we understand that you love us all the same, man and woman alike.
Yours phenomenal
Lwandle
“If we were to select the most intelligent, imaginative, energetic, and emotionally stable third of mankind, all races and genders would be present.”
-Franz Boas