It is my birthday

I dedicate this day to my mother, Cynthia Ludidi, who kept me safe from the streets, my Grandmother Peggy Dladla Ludidi who gave me love as a little boy in Matatiele, my Sunday school teacher, Mommy Martha Mhlaba, who taught me the Word of God, and my dear Grandma Liziwe Motjope who gave me my first bible.

There are more people that I am grateful for, like my wife and daughter, who give me so much joy in life, my brother, Khanya Ludidi, for showing me how to be a loving man, showing me that no one deserves to go to bed without food, leading me to a path of love, Tata Obert Mhlaba with whom I visited poor people in my hood to pray for and give words of encouragement; there are even people that I only met for a few minutes, which gave me grace and wisdom to go on in life. However, today I want to put these women on the front line. My heart is filled with so much gratitude as I think of them. I speak power to you, my love. Go on, Zimbokodo zami; hard rocks with tender hearts, my life is laid on you, dear firm foundations from Heaven. Thank you for everything.

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