Write the vision down

I came across this journal entry from September 2005 today, and it reminded me why I’m such a believer in writing down my goals…I achieved almost all of these in one way or the other, though not necessarily in the stipulated time frame. Mind you in November 2005 my mom died and for a few months after that I wasn’t sure how or even if life would continue…

Engineering and Built Environment Students Council (EBESC) 2006

But it did, and my goals were one of the instruments God used to strengthen me to keep putting one foot in front of the other. Seeing this takes me back to that 20 year old version of myself: a university student studying something she wasn’t interested in, while trying to find a way to tune into who God had created her to be.

The goals I wrote down had to be very literal in that season because it was only through trial and error that I found the thing that really moves me: telling stories and teaching others as I go. In this season, as a mother of the young children who is finding her feet in the world of academia, I’m motivated by a sense of being, rather than just of doing, but doing still matters because we become what we do.

So if I want to become a woman of depth, I need to invest in doing things that cultivate this such as taking time to think and read deeply, and to tend to relationships that root me in life.

If I want a life characterized by discipline, while trusting God to grow this trait in me, I also need to put measures in place that will act boundaries in some respects, and as prompts in others.

And if I want a life marked by delight I must not only prioritize time for things that delight me holistically, I must also be intentional in noticing delight in the mundane and the seemingly undelightful.

A delightful day outdoors with my family. Jan 1, 2019

As this journal entry from over 10 years ago has reminded me, keeping a vision before me in the form of goals I’ve written down, is one way of staying connected to the dreams that move my heart so that they don’t get lost in the busyness of the juggle.

(c) 2019 Sisanda Nkoala

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I have learnt…

…that the truly wise are often the truly humble.

…that the truly strong are often the most gentle.

…that those with the most profound insights are often those with the fewest words.

…that those with the most compassion are often those who’ve been most hurt.

I have learnt that the truly knowledgeable are often the most zelous in their quest for even more knowledge.

I have learnt that those who are truly powerful use that power to other’s advantage.

I have learnt not to mistake being gentle for being weak, nor assume that being outspoken is indicative that someone has something important to say when they speak.

I have learnt that we have the most to learn from the ‘least of these’

I have learnt that life takes on a more hope-filled and joyful perspective when we see it through the eyes of our kids.

(c) 2018 Sisanda Nkoala

Book Review: No Bad Kids

I’ve decided that I don’t want to look back on this stage as having been terrible.

I want to look back on it as having been the phase when my children discovered their individuality within boundaries, where they developed life long skills with mommy as their gentle leader, and where they worked through the tough situations needed to develop their character, all the while being secure in my love and acceptance of them even when they fail.

This book has been a game changer in that respect (in fact, I love most of Janet Lansbury’s pointers on parenting). It’s extremely practical and gives relatable scenarios. She also did a great job of breakdown the emotional and physical development that drives toddlers to behave the way that they do.

If you’re struggling with yours and are looking for a non punative approach this book comes highly recommended.

(c) 2018 Sisanda Nkoala

#mammaof3under3 #thejugglesreal #fortheloveofreading #parenting #parentingbooks

#IAmWinnie lives on: A reflection a month after Winnie Mandela’s death

It’s been over a month since Winnie Mandela died.  While I did not wear black or a doek to mark the her passing, the #IAmWinnie #IAmNomzamo movement has occupied my consciousness ever since.

I have thought of Winnie’s remarkable resilience in the face of a brutal de-humanising system, her lioness-like courage on behalf of her nation and children, her sacrificial love for the oppressed, and her faith in God especially evident in her latter years.  Uppermost in my mind has been how to take the fierce fighting spirit that seemed to arise in our nation’s women when this great matriarch left us.

While she probably would have been proud to see our pictures on Instagram with raised fists and revolutionary captions, what would have moved her more is if the images were translated into action.  Sadly, as with most things, life quickly moves on in South Africa, and the next big thing seems to take up our energies.  But what happened a month ago was more than just another headline-making event; it was a nation-shaping movement.

Most of us won’t have to fight our fights in public platforms like she did, but that doesn’t make them any less significant.  Whether it is fighting in boardrooms to change the face of corporate South Africa, or in classrooms to undo the damage of Bantu Education that still has repercussions today.  Whether it is in the four walls of your home as you train you boy child how to join the fight against patriarchy, or in the pews of your church as you seek to make faith an experience that brings about social change.

The initial shock of Winnie Mandela’s death has subsided, but the impact of her life lives on.  If you wore a doek, or a black outfit, or if you used the #IAmWinnie #IAmNomzamo caption, what are you doing to embody that today?

And so our homeschooling journey begins

This week I sort of kind of formally started our Montessori- inspired mother tongue-based homeschooling journey through an initial setup of our formal learning space.

The key principles that have informed the setup are:
1. Keep it very minimalist and only put out the materials you want the children to use in honing specific skills.
2. As far as possible, use real materials and avoid plastic items.
3. Display the materials so that the children can see them regularly. Our learning space is in the lounge where the family spends most of its time.
4. Make sure the children can reach the material so they can take it off the shelf themselves when they want to use it, and put it back again when they are done.

It didn’t take long for my boys to decide that the materials, aka toys, belonged on the floor rather than nicely packed on a shelf… And while the OCD side of me didn’t like this much, at least they’re engaging with the material… In their OWN way😂😂😂

One of the up sides of keeping it minimal is that tidy up time becomes a lot quicker and more manageable.

(c) 2018 Sisanda Nkoala

Two years of motherhood

Two years ago God blessed me richly when he allowed me to become a twin mom to Zhakiya and Zhani. I hadn’t necessarily always dreamt about being a mom, but from the moment I held my dear sons in my arms I knew I was born for this.

I can’t full encapsulate the extent of their blessedness to me. Their lives have brought healing, hope, joy, a deeper appreciation for my Heavenly Father, a richer marriage, stronger friendships, bolder dreams, the discovery of untapped talents, a greater clarity of what life is about and many more blessings untold.

A dear friend of mine once said to me “A mother is born when a child is born”. Even though today is officially their day, I feel like it’s also the day I was born into the woman I’ve been becoming. Their unexpected arrival on the 3rd of May 2016 was my arrival to the wonderful season of motherhood.

My husband had been an amazing father. I have had the privilege of enjoying motherhood because I get to parent with such a loving, sacrificial, hardworking, caring, accommodating, prayerful man.

When I watch him interact with our first born sons, I am so at peace that with him as their role model, they will overcome the shackles that patriarchy places on boys. I am confident they will see the love of Christ in action in how he loves me. I am inspired that while we’re not necessarily raising A-students or super athletes, we’re raising boys who will become men that live to leave a legacy like he does.

(c) 2018 Sisanda Nkoala

 

‘Divorce Winnie or be president’: The ultimatum still faced by black families Reflections of the Winnie Documentary

Mandela was given the ultimatum to either divorce Winnie or be president

Of all the meaty things that the #WinnieDocumentary gave us to chew on, this has been by far the toughest for me.  It is so loaded and yet it chrystalises everything that apartheid was about: destroying black lives by tearing them apart at the seams of the family unit. No black family has escaped this, from the ordinary “Dlamini” family to the most famous and powerful family of them all: the Mandelas.

I asked my husband what he would do if he was given the same ultimatum and while I won’t reveal his answer, the discussion did raise the following question: “Is there ever an instance where any struggle is worth sacrificing your family in order that a ‘greater good’ can be achieved?”  Further, once that sacrifice is made, is there ever a way of undoing the ramifications because trauma in families is generational, and what’s more, traumatised families are what make up traumatised communities, which in turn are what cause a traumatised nation?

There are many grand plans on how we can turn South Africa around and right the wrongs of the past.  None of them, however, addresses the fact that on a daily basis the majority of black families are faced with this brutal ultimatum of choosing between their families and the greater good.  From the obvious migrant labour phenomenon that is still prevalent and affects everyone from the poor to the upper echelons of black society, to the daily decision caregivers are forced to make of whether to meet the physical needs of their children now, or save up so that they can have a decent education in future.  From young black professionals who must navigate black tax while trying to focus on advancing their careers, to parents who are forced to deliberate on the risks associated with sending their children to a dilapidated school where they might fall into a pit latrine and die, be sexual abused by a teacher, or fall victim to the gangs that control the playground.

Just as there were no easy answers for the Mandela family, there are no easy answers for us today.  And just as there were casualties and compromises in the decision Nelson made to become president without Winnie as his first lady, there will be casualties as we work towards realising the aspirations of the Freedom Charter. Despite this,  if we are to move forward in dismantling the impacts of apartheid that black families still feel today, we must learnt to view EVERYTHING from the foundational unit of restoring the dignity, well-being and cohesivity of the black family unit.

What are some interventions you think can be put in place to ensure that black families no longer have to face the same ultimatums that we do today? Share below

(c) 2018 Sisanda Nkoala

Book Review : Make money as a ghostwriter

A very informative, captivating and useful read for anyone wanting to venture into ghostwriting.

As an emerging ghostwriter I found this book to be extremely helpful. It touches on everything that I need to bear in mind and also includes links to several useful resources such as templates for pitches and directories for ghostwriting jobs. It’s a resource I’m going to keep coming back to as I prioritise ghostwriting as one of my service offerings in the coming months.

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(c) 2018 Sisanda Nkoala

Raising children who can read in isiXhosa in a society that prioritises English

My husband and I decided from the onset that it was important for our children to be fluent in vernacular languages. Living in a country with eleven official languages, but where the primary language for commerce and upward mobility is English, it’s been important for me to try and inculcate a worldview that shows my children that their mother and father tongues are by no means inferior. So in an effort to prioritise fluency in isiXhosa, I decided not to read to my boys in English. But with suitable, affordable isiXhosa children’s books being hard to get hold of, here’s how we improvise the translation of their favorite books to make for an animated story time…

Another thing that I try to do is source books that improve not just their isiXhosa vocabulary, but mine too. Here are a few that I got for under R100 each…

Today, we left their 2 week old baby brother to find new stories for the week ahead. These are in English, but will be translated into isiXhosa when we have our reading hour… When we came back home from the library, my sweet little bookworms couldn’t wait to get stuck in. I hope they never lose this love of literature.

I may say, though, my hardline approach to this language thing hasn’t been without challenges and at times I second guess myself because people often ask me if I’m not setting them at a disadvantage by not emphasising English. Andithi we live in a very English based society and even a child’s intelligence is sometimes equated to their eloquence in English (especially abantwana abakhuza bathi, yhu akakwazi ukukhumsha😂😂😂) It’s also hard sometimes being out with friends because they want to interact with my sons and I have to explain that they don’t speak English, you must say it in isiXhosa and that can create a barrier. But what gives me comfort is the fact that because English is all around them they WILL pick it up, but sadly the same can’t be said for IsiXhosa… That’s why I have to be intentional about it.

(c) 2018 Sisanda Nkoala

32 years of life. 32 years of blessings

Faith
1. The gift of salvation at the tender age of 7.
2. Trials that have proven that my faith is indeed more precious than gold, yes, pure gold.
3. Seasons of such intimacy with Jesus that I literally felt like I was living in heaven on earth.

4. Seasons of drought and dryness that have reminded me that were it not for Him carrying me I would have surely faltered.

Marriage
5. A husband who listens to me; I mean REALLY listens to me.
6. A union with someone who is completely different to me. Keeps me on my toes and on my knees.
7. A relationship that’s been imperfect from the start but continues to grow through the seasons.  

8. A husband who has redefined my notion of romance from the unrealistic airy-fairy ideas from Hollywood to the Biblical notion of it being all about kindness, sacrifice and commitment.

Motherhood
9. The joy of discovering aspects of my being that could have only come from being Zhakiya and Zhane’s mama.

10. The gift of a feminist raising sons, especially in this generation.
11. The amazing village that’s supported me. From virtual moms groups (I’m part of at least 10 fantastic networks) to our amazing nanny to friends who love on my children and check in on us regularly.

12. The privilage of being loved and depended on by these two sweet, loving, strong-willed, funny souls.

Career
13. Amazing angels who’ve been used by God to help me discover and cultivate my gifts and passions.
14. The great colleagues through the years (I don’t recall ever not liking any of the people I’ve workd with).

15. The strength that’s come from having made a huge mistake (studied chemical engineering) owned it and starting again from scratch.
16. The gift of being in job that currently fits perfectly with my personal and professional aspirations.

Friends
17. The gift of life long friendships.
18. The gift of relationships that have morphed over the years and even those that have ended.

 

19. The gift of new friends. Some who I’ve only met on Whatsapp but have become kindred spirits.
20. The joy of seeing my kids becoming friends with my kids’ friends.

Loss
21. The gift of having lost much at a young age and learning from the onset that because life is but a vapour, it deserves to be lived and loved passionately.
22. The amazing grace of seeing God redeem loss.
23. Discovering the healing power of writing from a place of pain and brokenness.

24. The gift of walking through life with a limp: it’s helped me slow down enough to take in the view and also afforded me the opportunity to walk alongside fellow limpers.

Frivolity of being Sati
25. Having discovered Beyonce before she became the KWEEEN and was accused of being in the illuminati.

26. The fun of having chosen my own nickname.
27. The love/hate relationship I have with exercise.
28. The gift that is Sunday afternoon naps after a hearty meal and bacon and eggs for breakfast.

Future
29. The assurance that even when I die I will still live.
30. The assurance that no matter what happens tomorrow it’s been filtered through the loving and sovereign hands of Christ.
31. The realisation that no matter how slowly and clumsily I’m doing it, everyday I’m working towards a legacy.
32. The assurance that I’ll be reunited with my parents oneday and the confidence that in the meantime they are cheering me on as part of the heavenly cloud of witnesses.

What a happy day. What a happy birthday. 32 years of life. 32 years of blessings. Thank you Jesus