I was told it was despicable and that I was using something as sensitive as pregnancy and the birth of my daughter to make money. 5000 shares later, I feel the need to respond…
It’s been seven months of hoping, tracking, timing, taking my temperature, consultations with my doctors, medication that makes me feel sick and slightly loopy, weight gain despite healthier eating habits, and the possibility that I may have Polycystic Ovary Syndrome (PCOS). This is not good news.
“Haai, you know, he married her with two kids and she looked so lekker, now look at her… poor Riyaahd”.
I must have misread the scripture before making the blood-pact with the Lord. I thought it said “Whoever serves me must follow me on Instagram; and where I am, my servant also will be Facebook famous (That's New Testament).
I didn't always fear God. I hated him.
As I sat there, in the dark, I could see a woman standing at the edge of my bed. She was screaming.
I have a fairly smart seven year old. I didn’t feel that we were giving him more than he could handle. I was at ease. Until my WhatsApp buzzed at 2pm.