05/12/2025
South Africa, 2025 – racism is not just politics, it’s a spiritual wound.
Apartheid poisoned the soul of this nation, teaching one group they were gods and another that they were nothing. That poison still flows: in angry chants, in fearful hearts, in laws that try to heal but sometimes only reopen the cut.
Yet God is watching. The land itself is groaning. Ubuntu is crying out: I am because we are. True healing isn’t more revenge or more defensiveness; it’s radical love that says, “Your pain is my pain, your liberation is my liberation.”
Let the white child and the black child sit under the same tree and hear each other’s stories. Let the farmer and the landless kneel together and ask the soil for forgiveness. Let every South African look in the mirror and see not an enemy, but a brother, a sister, a piece of God.
Only when we choose oneness over separation, forgiveness over grievance, and love over fear will the rainbow nation stop being a slogan and become a living prayer.
The wound is deep, but grace is deeper. Heal, Mzansi. Heal. 🌍✨