Mpho made it so easy to love him. Having heard of Mpho’s passing something in me short circuited. What are the words that one is supposed string together? Even now I’m seeing the posts and the changed profile pics but my brain is refusing to accept why it’s happening. When I force myself to connect the dots it feels like my heart slows down and I have to remind myself to breathe. I want to find the right words but my mind has blanked. We all know how hard he worked. We all know how he determined he was in bettering himself as a person and in his craft. We all know that was always one of the best dressed in the room. We all know that he stayed showing up for his loved ones. We all know of his big heart that was overflowing with love. I can hear the sound of his laughter. I can see the frown lines as he zoned in, concentrating. I can see the cheeky grin. I can hear his voice when he said “Thuwowo”. But I don’t know how to take all of that and make it make sense because there’s so much more to it and there is no way to put any of it into words. I like to believe that he knew that I loved him because he was one of the (few) people I had the courage to tell. He made it safe to do so- I know that many will attest to this. To his family, friends and colleagues: May God hold you tight and bring healing to your bleeding hearts. This is a big wound that will take forever to sew itself back together. Handle with care. Mphowowo… then. Now. Forever. You’ll always be my person. Thank you for doing life with us, my friend. 🌻🤍 (The picture in the first frame is one we’d randomly send to each other citing that it’s our favorite of all time)
Mpho made it so easy to love him. Having heard of Mpho’s passing something in me short circuited. What are the words that one is supposed string together? Even now I’m seeing the posts and the changed profile pics but my brain is refusing to accept why it’s happening. When I force myself to connect the dots it feels like my heart slows down and I have to remind myself to breathe. I want to find the right words but my mind has blanked. We all know how hard he worked. We all know how he determined he was in bettering himself as a person and in his craft. We all know that was always one of the best dressed in the room. We all know that he stayed showing up for his loved ones. We all know of his big heart that was overflowing with love. I can hear the sound of his laughter. I can see the frown lines as he zoned in, concentrating. I can see the cheeky grin. I can hear his voice when he said “Thuwowo”. But I don’t know how to take all of that and make it make sense because there’s so much more to it and there is no way to put any of it into words. I like to believe that he knew that I loved him because he was one of the (few) people I had the courage to tell. He made it safe to do so- I know that many will attest to this. To his family, friends and colleagues: May God hold you tight and bring healing to your bleeding hearts. This is a big wound that will take forever to sew itself back together. Handle with care. Mphowowo… then. Now. Forever. You’ll always be my person. Thank you for doing life with us, my friend. 🌻🤍 (The picture in the first frame is one we’d randomly send to each other citing that it’s our favorite of all time)
Mpho made it so easy to love him. Having heard of Mpho’s passing something in me short circuited. What are the words that one is supposed string together? Even now I’m seeing the posts and the changed profile pics but my brain is refusing to accept why it’s happening. When I force myself to connect the dots it feels like my heart slows down and I have to remind myself to breathe. I want to find the right words but my mind has blanked. We all know how hard he worked. We all know how he determined he was in bettering himself as a person and in his craft. We all know that was always one of the best dressed in the room. We all know that he stayed showing up for his loved ones. We all know of his big heart that was overflowing with love. I can hear the sound of his laughter. I can see the frown lines as he zoned in, concentrating. I can see the cheeky grin. I can hear his voice when he said “Thuwowo”. But I don’t know how to take all of that and make it make sense because there’s so much more to it and there is no way to put any of it into words. I like to believe that he knew that I loved him because he was one of the (few) people I had the courage to tell. He made it safe to do so- I know that many will attest to this. To his family, friends and colleagues: May God hold you tight and bring healing to your bleeding hearts. This is a big wound that will take forever to sew itself back together. Handle with care. Mphowowo… then. Now. Forever. You’ll always be my person. Thank you for doing life with us, my friend. 🌻🤍 (The picture in the first frame is one we’d randomly send to each other citing that it’s our favorite of all time)
Mpho made it so easy to love him. Having heard of Mpho’s passing something in me short circuited. What are the words that one is supposed string together? Even now I’m seeing the posts and the changed profile pics but my brain is refusing to accept why it’s happening. When I force myself to connect the dots it feels like my heart slows down and I have to remind myself to breathe. I want to find the right words but my mind has blanked. We all know how hard he worked. We all know how he determined he was in bettering himself as a person and in his craft. We all know that was always one of the best dressed in the room. We all know that he stayed showing up for his loved ones. We all know of his big heart that was overflowing with love. I can hear the sound of his laughter. I can see the frown lines as he zoned in, concentrating. I can see the cheeky grin. I can hear his voice when he said “Thuwowo”. But I don’t know how to take all of that and make it make sense because there’s so much more to it and there is no way to put any of it into words. I like to believe that he knew that I loved him because he was one of the (few) people I had the courage to tell. He made it safe to do so- I know that many will attest to this. To his family, friends and colleagues: May God hold you tight and bring healing to your bleeding hearts. This is a big wound that will take forever to sew itself back together. Handle with care. Mphowowo… then. Now. Forever. You’ll always be my person. Thank you for doing life with us, my friend. 🌻🤍 (The picture in the first frame is one we’d randomly send to each other citing that it’s our favorite of all time)
I can’t stop thinking about sunflowers… 🌻 See, I lost a cousin of mine last November. She was full of light, the sunshine in the family. One night we were having dinner as family and the next morning we were told she was gone. Car accident. I couldn’t post her on my socials because I wasn’t ready to make it real. 🌻 Lunga reminds me of the Maritzburg sun. When I learned of his passing I raced to WhatsApp where I emailed our chats to myself and took as many screenshots of our convos as possible. Panicked, I saved all his voice notes: forgetting the sound of his voice wasn’t an option. My mind had convinced me that I’d wake up & WhatsApp would’ve have erased him just as quickly as he’d been taken from me & I was petrified. It took me a while to post about his passing because I couldn’t accept it. I then forced myself to do it thinking it would make it real… hoping it would help me breathe easier. 🌻 … as I saw the posts about Mphowowo go up, I instinctively tried to preserve what I could. I needed to keep my mind preoccupied with SOMETHING because the silence holds the biggest torment. And there it was: our convo about sunflowers. See, I don’t even have a favorite flower but he was very team sunflower. And so now I find myself thinking about sunflowers… (Aside: I always thought it was cringe when people posted their convos with people who’ve passed… but I get it. They/we want you to get a glimpse of the heart of the person we came to love. Also… how does one paraphrase brilliance? You can’t.) 🌻 None of my thoughts are coherent but I wanted to paint a picture to put things into perspective so that I can ask you to pray for Mpho’s beautiful family, his girlfriend and his inner circle of friends… They need your prayers. What I’m feeling is only a fraction of what I know they are feeling. So, humbly, please hold them in prayer. Pray for the Comforter to give them healing and peace that surpasses understanding. 🌻 Finally, everyone has a story to tell so practice kindness. The same kindness you’ve extended to me, I ask that you extend to all. Thank you 🌻
I can’t stop thinking about sunflowers… 🌻 See, I lost a cousin of mine last November. She was full of light, the sunshine in the family. One night we were having dinner as family and the next morning we were told she was gone. Car accident. I couldn’t post her on my socials because I wasn’t ready to make it real. 🌻 Lunga reminds me of the Maritzburg sun. When I learned of his passing I raced to WhatsApp where I emailed our chats to myself and took as many screenshots of our convos as possible. Panicked, I saved all his voice notes: forgetting the sound of his voice wasn’t an option. My mind had convinced me that I’d wake up & WhatsApp would’ve have erased him just as quickly as he’d been taken from me & I was petrified. It took me a while to post about his passing because I couldn’t accept it. I then forced myself to do it thinking it would make it real… hoping it would help me breathe easier. 🌻 … as I saw the posts about Mphowowo go up, I instinctively tried to preserve what I could. I needed to keep my mind preoccupied with SOMETHING because the silence holds the biggest torment. And there it was: our convo about sunflowers. See, I don’t even have a favorite flower but he was very team sunflower. And so now I find myself thinking about sunflowers… (Aside: I always thought it was cringe when people posted their convos with people who’ve passed… but I get it. They/we want you to get a glimpse of the heart of the person we came to love. Also… how does one paraphrase brilliance? You can’t.) 🌻 None of my thoughts are coherent but I wanted to paint a picture to put things into perspective so that I can ask you to pray for Mpho’s beautiful family, his girlfriend and his inner circle of friends… They need your prayers. What I’m feeling is only a fraction of what I know they are feeling. So, humbly, please hold them in prayer. Pray for the Comforter to give them healing and peace that surpasses understanding. 🌻 Finally, everyone has a story to tell so practice kindness. The same kindness you’ve extended to me, I ask that you extend to all. Thank you 🌻
I can’t stop thinking about sunflowers… 🌻 See, I lost a cousin of mine last November. She was full of light, the sunshine in the family. One night we were having dinner as family and the next morning we were told she was gone. Car accident. I couldn’t post her on my socials because I wasn’t ready to make it real. 🌻 Lunga reminds me of the Maritzburg sun. When I learned of his passing I raced to WhatsApp where I emailed our chats to myself and took as many screenshots of our convos as possible. Panicked, I saved all his voice notes: forgetting the sound of his voice wasn’t an option. My mind had convinced me that I’d wake up & WhatsApp would’ve have erased him just as quickly as he’d been taken from me & I was petrified. It took me a while to post about his passing because I couldn’t accept it. I then forced myself to do it thinking it would make it real… hoping it would help me breathe easier. 🌻 … as I saw the posts about Mphowowo go up, I instinctively tried to preserve what I could. I needed to keep my mind preoccupied with SOMETHING because the silence holds the biggest torment. And there it was: our convo about sunflowers. See, I don’t even have a favorite flower but he was very team sunflower. And so now I find myself thinking about sunflowers… (Aside: I always thought it was cringe when people posted their convos with people who’ve passed… but I get it. They/we want you to get a glimpse of the heart of the person we came to love. Also… how does one paraphrase brilliance? You can’t.) 🌻 None of my thoughts are coherent but I wanted to paint a picture to put things into perspective so that I can ask you to pray for Mpho’s beautiful family, his girlfriend and his inner circle of friends… They need your prayers. What I’m feeling is only a fraction of what I know they are feeling. So, humbly, please hold them in prayer. Pray for the Comforter to give them healing and peace that surpasses understanding. 🌻 Finally, everyone has a story to tell so practice kindness. The same kindness you’ve extended to me, I ask that you extend to all. Thank you 🌻
I can’t stop thinking about sunflowers… 🌻 See, I lost a cousin of mine last November. She was full of light, the sunshine in the family. One night we were having dinner as family and the next morning we were told she was gone. Car accident. I couldn’t post her on my socials because I wasn’t ready to make it real. 🌻 Lunga reminds me of the Maritzburg sun. When I learned of his passing I raced to WhatsApp where I emailed our chats to myself and took as many screenshots of our convos as possible. Panicked, I saved all his voice notes: forgetting the sound of his voice wasn’t an option. My mind had convinced me that I’d wake up & WhatsApp would’ve have erased him just as quickly as he’d been taken from me & I was petrified. It took me a while to post about his passing because I couldn’t accept it. I then forced myself to do it thinking it would make it real… hoping it would help me breathe easier. 🌻 … as I saw the posts about Mphowowo go up, I instinctively tried to preserve what I could. I needed to keep my mind preoccupied with SOMETHING because the silence holds the biggest torment. And there it was: our convo about sunflowers. See, I don’t even have a favorite flower but he was very team sunflower. And so now I find myself thinking about sunflowers… (Aside: I always thought it was cringe when people posted their convos with people who’ve passed… but I get it. They/we want you to get a glimpse of the heart of the person we came to love. Also… how does one paraphrase brilliance? You can’t.) 🌻 None of my thoughts are coherent but I wanted to paint a picture to put things into perspective so that I can ask you to pray for Mpho’s beautiful family, his girlfriend and his inner circle of friends… They need your prayers. What I’m feeling is only a fraction of what I know they are feeling. So, humbly, please hold them in prayer. Pray for the Comforter to give them healing and peace that surpasses understanding. 🌻 Finally, everyone has a story to tell so practice kindness. The same kindness you’ve extended to me, I ask that you extend to all. Thank you 🌻
I can’t stop thinking about sunflowers… 🌻 See, I lost a cousin of mine last November. She was full of light, the sunshine in the family. One night we were having dinner as family and the next morning we were told she was gone. Car accident. I couldn’t post her on my socials because I wasn’t ready to make it real. 🌻 Lunga reminds me of the Maritzburg sun. When I learned of his passing I raced to WhatsApp where I emailed our chats to myself and took as many screenshots of our convos as possible. Panicked, I saved all his voice notes: forgetting the sound of his voice wasn’t an option. My mind had convinced me that I’d wake up & WhatsApp would’ve have erased him just as quickly as he’d been taken from me & I was petrified. It took me a while to post about his passing because I couldn’t accept it. I then forced myself to do it thinking it would make it real… hoping it would help me breathe easier. 🌻 … as I saw the posts about Mphowowo go up, I instinctively tried to preserve what I could. I needed to keep my mind preoccupied with SOMETHING because the silence holds the biggest torment. And there it was: our convo about sunflowers. See, I don’t even have a favorite flower but he was very team sunflower. And so now I find myself thinking about sunflowers… (Aside: I always thought it was cringe when people posted their convos with people who’ve passed… but I get it. They/we want you to get a glimpse of the heart of the person we came to love. Also… how does one paraphrase brilliance? You can’t.) 🌻 None of my thoughts are coherent but I wanted to paint a picture to put things into perspective so that I can ask you to pray for Mpho’s beautiful family, his girlfriend and his inner circle of friends… They need your prayers. What I’m feeling is only a fraction of what I know they are feeling. So, humbly, please hold them in prayer. Pray for the Comforter to give them healing and peace that surpasses understanding. 🌻 Finally, everyone has a story to tell so practice kindness. The same kindness you’ve extended to me, I ask that you extend to all. Thank you 🌻
I can’t stop thinking about sunflowers… 🌻 See, I lost a cousin of mine last November. She was full of light, the sunshine in the family. One night we were having dinner as family and the next morning we were told she was gone. Car accident. I couldn’t post her on my socials because I wasn’t ready to make it real. 🌻 Lunga reminds me of the Maritzburg sun. When I learned of his passing I raced to WhatsApp where I emailed our chats to myself and took as many screenshots of our convos as possible. Panicked, I saved all his voice notes: forgetting the sound of his voice wasn’t an option. My mind had convinced me that I’d wake up & WhatsApp would’ve have erased him just as quickly as he’d been taken from me & I was petrified. It took me a while to post about his passing because I couldn’t accept it. I then forced myself to do it thinking it would make it real… hoping it would help me breathe easier. 🌻 … as I saw the posts about Mphowowo go up, I instinctively tried to preserve what I could. I needed to keep my mind preoccupied with SOMETHING because the silence holds the biggest torment. And there it was: our convo about sunflowers. See, I don’t even have a favorite flower but he was very team sunflower. And so now I find myself thinking about sunflowers… (Aside: I always thought it was cringe when people posted their convos with people who’ve passed… but I get it. They/we want you to get a glimpse of the heart of the person we came to love. Also… how does one paraphrase brilliance? You can’t.) 🌻 None of my thoughts are coherent but I wanted to paint a picture to put things into perspective so that I can ask you to pray for Mpho’s beautiful family, his girlfriend and his inner circle of friends… They need your prayers. What I’m feeling is only a fraction of what I know they are feeling. So, humbly, please hold them in prayer. Pray for the Comforter to give them healing and peace that surpasses understanding. 🌻 Finally, everyone has a story to tell so practice kindness. The same kindness you’ve extended to me, I ask that you extend to all. Thank you 🌻
I can’t stop thinking about sunflowers… 🌻 See, I lost a cousin of mine last November. She was full of light, the sunshine in the family. One night we were having dinner as family and the next morning we were told she was gone. Car accident. I couldn’t post her on my socials because I wasn’t ready to make it real. 🌻 Lunga reminds me of the Maritzburg sun. When I learned of his passing I raced to WhatsApp where I emailed our chats to myself and took as many screenshots of our convos as possible. Panicked, I saved all his voice notes: forgetting the sound of his voice wasn’t an option. My mind had convinced me that I’d wake up & WhatsApp would’ve have erased him just as quickly as he’d been taken from me & I was petrified. It took me a while to post about his passing because I couldn’t accept it. I then forced myself to do it thinking it would make it real… hoping it would help me breathe easier. 🌻 … as I saw the posts about Mphowowo go up, I instinctively tried to preserve what I could. I needed to keep my mind preoccupied with SOMETHING because the silence holds the biggest torment. And there it was: our convo about sunflowers. See, I don’t even have a favorite flower but he was very team sunflower. And so now I find myself thinking about sunflowers… (Aside: I always thought it was cringe when people posted their convos with people who’ve passed… but I get it. They/we want you to get a glimpse of the heart of the person we came to love. Also… how does one paraphrase brilliance? You can’t.) 🌻 None of my thoughts are coherent but I wanted to paint a picture to put things into perspective so that I can ask you to pray for Mpho’s beautiful family, his girlfriend and his inner circle of friends… They need your prayers. What I’m feeling is only a fraction of what I know they are feeling. So, humbly, please hold them in prayer. Pray for the Comforter to give them healing and peace that surpasses understanding. 🌻 Finally, everyone has a story to tell so practice kindness. The same kindness you’ve extended to me, I ask that you extend to all. Thank you 🌻
I can’t stop thinking about sunflowers… 🌻 See, I lost a cousin of mine last November. She was full of light, the sunshine in the family. One night we were having dinner as family and the next morning we were told she was gone. Car accident. I couldn’t post her on my socials because I wasn’t ready to make it real. 🌻 Lunga reminds me of the Maritzburg sun. When I learned of his passing I raced to WhatsApp where I emailed our chats to myself and took as many screenshots of our convos as possible. Panicked, I saved all his voice notes: forgetting the sound of his voice wasn’t an option. My mind had convinced me that I’d wake up & WhatsApp would’ve have erased him just as quickly as he’d been taken from me & I was petrified. It took me a while to post about his passing because I couldn’t accept it. I then forced myself to do it thinking it would make it real… hoping it would help me breathe easier. 🌻 … as I saw the posts about Mphowowo go up, I instinctively tried to preserve what I could. I needed to keep my mind preoccupied with SOMETHING because the silence holds the biggest torment. And there it was: our convo about sunflowers. See, I don’t even have a favorite flower but he was very team sunflower. And so now I find myself thinking about sunflowers… (Aside: I always thought it was cringe when people posted their convos with people who’ve passed… but I get it. They/we want you to get a glimpse of the heart of the person we came to love. Also… how does one paraphrase brilliance? You can’t.) 🌻 None of my thoughts are coherent but I wanted to paint a picture to put things into perspective so that I can ask you to pray for Mpho’s beautiful family, his girlfriend and his inner circle of friends… They need your prayers. What I’m feeling is only a fraction of what I know they are feeling. So, humbly, please hold them in prayer. Pray for the Comforter to give them healing and peace that surpasses understanding. 🌻 Finally, everyone has a story to tell so practice kindness. The same kindness you’ve extended to me, I ask that you extend to all. Thank you 🌻
Frames 1-3 My friend suggested that we head to “the mountain”. “Which mountain?” I asked, confused. “The one you took me to pray,” she responded to which I gave a quick “Eew! I don’t feel like hiking.” She interjected with a “we don’t have to hike. You’ll drive and you’ll stop where you want to stop and we’ll pray” So we drove. There’s something about creation towering over you and surrounding that makes you feel like you’re going to be alright. God knows. 4: I had a realization a few weeks ago: my colleagues met a version of me that even I don’t know. They met a Thuso who’d just lost her friend and was trying to navigate this new world. They met someone who wanted a hole to hide in and do just enough to not be considered rude by her colleagues. As I sat on the flight from LA, streaming Mpho’s memorial I knew that something in me had changed. It was inevitable. So I whispered a few words to my Father. “I cannot control that this will change me. I pray that it changes me for the better.” 5: After my cousin passed Lunga shared some scriptures of encouragement. I found them when I went through our convos after he passed & they comforted me. When Mpho passed I scrambled to find them again… so I decided to tattoo them on my arm so that they would be easy to find. The heart with the Cross & sun rays signify the joy of a new morning. Psalm 30:5 Weeping may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning 7: we’re going to be alright. [Special shoutout to @eyelegance_optometrists for my tinted spectacles 🤓] 8 & 9 are the same moment captured by two different people. The videos were sent to me on Thursday and are a classic example of being trolled by friends 💔 Me: Sorry, I’m not wearing my lenses so I can’t see everyone, neh. It’s nothing personal- MPHOOOO! Mpho: Waddup Thuwowo! Voice 1: So you can see HIM? Voice 2: UBONA UMPHO KUPHELA?! [uproar] I APOLOGIZE FOR MY SELECTIVE BLINDNESS. DANG 😭 (I still can’t figure out how I saw him when he was so far back😭🤣😂 God knows)
Frames 1-3 My friend suggested that we head to “the mountain”. “Which mountain?” I asked, confused. “The one you took me to pray,” she responded to which I gave a quick “Eew! I don’t feel like hiking.” She interjected with a “we don’t have to hike. You’ll drive and you’ll stop where you want to stop and we’ll pray” So we drove. There’s something about creation towering over you and surrounding that makes you feel like you’re going to be alright. God knows. 4: I had a realization a few weeks ago: my colleagues met a version of me that even I don’t know. They met a Thuso who’d just lost her friend and was trying to navigate this new world. They met someone who wanted a hole to hide in and do just enough to not be considered rude by her colleagues. As I sat on the flight from LA, streaming Mpho’s memorial I knew that something in me had changed. It was inevitable. So I whispered a few words to my Father. “I cannot control that this will change me. I pray that it changes me for the better.” 5: After my cousin passed Lunga shared some scriptures of encouragement. I found them when I went through our convos after he passed & they comforted me. When Mpho passed I scrambled to find them again… so I decided to tattoo them on my arm so that they would be easy to find. The heart with the Cross & sun rays signify the joy of a new morning. Psalm 30:5 Weeping may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning 7: we’re going to be alright. [Special shoutout to @eyelegance_optometrists for my tinted spectacles 🤓] 8 & 9 are the same moment captured by two different people. The videos were sent to me on Thursday and are a classic example of being trolled by friends 💔 Me: Sorry, I’m not wearing my lenses so I can’t see everyone, neh. It’s nothing personal- MPHOOOO! Mpho: Waddup Thuwowo! Voice 1: So you can see HIM? Voice 2: UBONA UMPHO KUPHELA?! [uproar] I APOLOGIZE FOR MY SELECTIVE BLINDNESS. DANG 😭 (I still can’t figure out how I saw him when he was so far back😭🤣😂 God knows)
Frames 1-3 My friend suggested that we head to “the mountain”. “Which mountain?” I asked, confused. “The one you took me to pray,” she responded to which I gave a quick “Eew! I don’t feel like hiking.” She interjected with a “we don’t have to hike. You’ll drive and you’ll stop where you want to stop and we’ll pray” So we drove. There’s something about creation towering over you and surrounding that makes you feel like you’re going to be alright. God knows. 4: I had a realization a few weeks ago: my colleagues met a version of me that even I don’t know. They met a Thuso who’d just lost her friend and was trying to navigate this new world. They met someone who wanted a hole to hide in and do just enough to not be considered rude by her colleagues. As I sat on the flight from LA, streaming Mpho’s memorial I knew that something in me had changed. It was inevitable. So I whispered a few words to my Father. “I cannot control that this will change me. I pray that it changes me for the better.” 5: After my cousin passed Lunga shared some scriptures of encouragement. I found them when I went through our convos after he passed & they comforted me. When Mpho passed I scrambled to find them again… so I decided to tattoo them on my arm so that they would be easy to find. The heart with the Cross & sun rays signify the joy of a new morning. Psalm 30:5 Weeping may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning 7: we’re going to be alright. [Special shoutout to @eyelegance_optometrists for my tinted spectacles 🤓] 8 & 9 are the same moment captured by two different people. The videos were sent to me on Thursday and are a classic example of being trolled by friends 💔 Me: Sorry, I’m not wearing my lenses so I can’t see everyone, neh. It’s nothing personal- MPHOOOO! Mpho: Waddup Thuwowo! Voice 1: So you can see HIM? Voice 2: UBONA UMPHO KUPHELA?! [uproar] I APOLOGIZE FOR MY SELECTIVE BLINDNESS. DANG 😭 (I still can’t figure out how I saw him when he was so far back😭🤣😂 God knows)
Frames 1-3 My friend suggested that we head to “the mountain”. “Which mountain?” I asked, confused. “The one you took me to pray,” she responded to which I gave a quick “Eew! I don’t feel like hiking.” She interjected with a “we don’t have to hike. You’ll drive and you’ll stop where you want to stop and we’ll pray” So we drove. There’s something about creation towering over you and surrounding that makes you feel like you’re going to be alright. God knows. 4: I had a realization a few weeks ago: my colleagues met a version of me that even I don’t know. They met a Thuso who’d just lost her friend and was trying to navigate this new world. They met someone who wanted a hole to hide in and do just enough to not be considered rude by her colleagues. As I sat on the flight from LA, streaming Mpho’s memorial I knew that something in me had changed. It was inevitable. So I whispered a few words to my Father. “I cannot control that this will change me. I pray that it changes me for the better.” 5: After my cousin passed Lunga shared some scriptures of encouragement. I found them when I went through our convos after he passed & they comforted me. When Mpho passed I scrambled to find them again… so I decided to tattoo them on my arm so that they would be easy to find. The heart with the Cross & sun rays signify the joy of a new morning. Psalm 30:5 Weeping may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning 7: we’re going to be alright. [Special shoutout to @eyelegance_optometrists for my tinted spectacles 🤓] 8 & 9 are the same moment captured by two different people. The videos were sent to me on Thursday and are a classic example of being trolled by friends 💔 Me: Sorry, I’m not wearing my lenses so I can’t see everyone, neh. It’s nothing personal- MPHOOOO! Mpho: Waddup Thuwowo! Voice 1: So you can see HIM? Voice 2: UBONA UMPHO KUPHELA?! [uproar] I APOLOGIZE FOR MY SELECTIVE BLINDNESS. DANG 😭 (I still can’t figure out how I saw him when he was so far back😭🤣😂 God knows)
Frames 1-3 My friend suggested that we head to “the mountain”. “Which mountain?” I asked, confused. “The one you took me to pray,” she responded to which I gave a quick “Eew! I don’t feel like hiking.” She interjected with a “we don’t have to hike. You’ll drive and you’ll stop where you want to stop and we’ll pray” So we drove. There’s something about creation towering over you and surrounding that makes you feel like you’re going to be alright. God knows. 4: I had a realization a few weeks ago: my colleagues met a version of me that even I don’t know. They met a Thuso who’d just lost her friend and was trying to navigate this new world. They met someone who wanted a hole to hide in and do just enough to not be considered rude by her colleagues. As I sat on the flight from LA, streaming Mpho’s memorial I knew that something in me had changed. It was inevitable. So I whispered a few words to my Father. “I cannot control that this will change me. I pray that it changes me for the better.” 5: After my cousin passed Lunga shared some scriptures of encouragement. I found them when I went through our convos after he passed & they comforted me. When Mpho passed I scrambled to find them again… so I decided to tattoo them on my arm so that they would be easy to find. The heart with the Cross & sun rays signify the joy of a new morning. Psalm 30:5 Weeping may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning 7: we’re going to be alright. [Special shoutout to @eyelegance_optometrists for my tinted spectacles 🤓] 8 & 9 are the same moment captured by two different people. The videos were sent to me on Thursday and are a classic example of being trolled by friends 💔 Me: Sorry, I’m not wearing my lenses so I can’t see everyone, neh. It’s nothing personal- MPHOOOO! Mpho: Waddup Thuwowo! Voice 1: So you can see HIM? Voice 2: UBONA UMPHO KUPHELA?! [uproar] I APOLOGIZE FOR MY SELECTIVE BLINDNESS. DANG 😭 (I still can’t figure out how I saw him when he was so far back😭🤣😂 God knows)
Frames 1-3 My friend suggested that we head to “the mountain”. “Which mountain?” I asked, confused. “The one you took me to pray,” she responded to which I gave a quick “Eew! I don’t feel like hiking.” She interjected with a “we don’t have to hike. You’ll drive and you’ll stop where you want to stop and we’ll pray” So we drove. There’s something about creation towering over you and surrounding that makes you feel like you’re going to be alright. God knows. 4: I had a realization a few weeks ago: my colleagues met a version of me that even I don’t know. They met a Thuso who’d just lost her friend and was trying to navigate this new world. They met someone who wanted a hole to hide in and do just enough to not be considered rude by her colleagues. As I sat on the flight from LA, streaming Mpho’s memorial I knew that something in me had changed. It was inevitable. So I whispered a few words to my Father. “I cannot control that this will change me. I pray that it changes me for the better.” 5: After my cousin passed Lunga shared some scriptures of encouragement. I found them when I went through our convos after he passed & they comforted me. When Mpho passed I scrambled to find them again… so I decided to tattoo them on my arm so that they would be easy to find. The heart with the Cross & sun rays signify the joy of a new morning. Psalm 30:5 Weeping may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning 7: we’re going to be alright. [Special shoutout to @eyelegance_optometrists for my tinted spectacles 🤓] 8 & 9 are the same moment captured by two different people. The videos were sent to me on Thursday and are a classic example of being trolled by friends 💔 Me: Sorry, I’m not wearing my lenses so I can’t see everyone, neh. It’s nothing personal- MPHOOOO! Mpho: Waddup Thuwowo! Voice 1: So you can see HIM? Voice 2: UBONA UMPHO KUPHELA?! [uproar] I APOLOGIZE FOR MY SELECTIVE BLINDNESS. DANG 😭 (I still can’t figure out how I saw him when he was so far back😭🤣😂 God knows)
Frames 1-3 My friend suggested that we head to “the mountain”. “Which mountain?” I asked, confused. “The one you took me to pray,” she responded to which I gave a quick “Eew! I don’t feel like hiking.” She interjected with a “we don’t have to hike. You’ll drive and you’ll stop where you want to stop and we’ll pray” So we drove. There’s something about creation towering over you and surrounding that makes you feel like you’re going to be alright. God knows. 4: I had a realization a few weeks ago: my colleagues met a version of me that even I don’t know. They met a Thuso who’d just lost her friend and was trying to navigate this new world. They met someone who wanted a hole to hide in and do just enough to not be considered rude by her colleagues. As I sat on the flight from LA, streaming Mpho’s memorial I knew that something in me had changed. It was inevitable. So I whispered a few words to my Father. “I cannot control that this will change me. I pray that it changes me for the better.” 5: After my cousin passed Lunga shared some scriptures of encouragement. I found them when I went through our convos after he passed & they comforted me. When Mpho passed I scrambled to find them again… so I decided to tattoo them on my arm so that they would be easy to find. The heart with the Cross & sun rays signify the joy of a new morning. Psalm 30:5 Weeping may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning 7: we’re going to be alright. [Special shoutout to @eyelegance_optometrists for my tinted spectacles 🤓] 8 & 9 are the same moment captured by two different people. The videos were sent to me on Thursday and are a classic example of being trolled by friends 💔 Me: Sorry, I’m not wearing my lenses so I can’t see everyone, neh. It’s nothing personal- MPHOOOO! Mpho: Waddup Thuwowo! Voice 1: So you can see HIM? Voice 2: UBONA UMPHO KUPHELA?! [uproar] I APOLOGIZE FOR MY SELECTIVE BLINDNESS. DANG 😭 (I still can’t figure out how I saw him when he was so far back😭🤣😂 God knows)
Frames 1-3 My friend suggested that we head to “the mountain”. “Which mountain?” I asked, confused. “The one you took me to pray,” she responded to which I gave a quick “Eew! I don’t feel like hiking.” She interjected with a “we don’t have to hike. You’ll drive and you’ll stop where you want to stop and we’ll pray” So we drove. There’s something about creation towering over you and surrounding that makes you feel like you’re going to be alright. God knows. 4: I had a realization a few weeks ago: my colleagues met a version of me that even I don’t know. They met a Thuso who’d just lost her friend and was trying to navigate this new world. They met someone who wanted a hole to hide in and do just enough to not be considered rude by her colleagues. As I sat on the flight from LA, streaming Mpho’s memorial I knew that something in me had changed. It was inevitable. So I whispered a few words to my Father. “I cannot control that this will change me. I pray that it changes me for the better.” 5: After my cousin passed Lunga shared some scriptures of encouragement. I found them when I went through our convos after he passed & they comforted me. When Mpho passed I scrambled to find them again… so I decided to tattoo them on my arm so that they would be easy to find. The heart with the Cross & sun rays signify the joy of a new morning. Psalm 30:5 Weeping may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning 7: we’re going to be alright. [Special shoutout to @eyelegance_optometrists for my tinted spectacles 🤓] 8 & 9 are the same moment captured by two different people. The videos were sent to me on Thursday and are a classic example of being trolled by friends 💔 Me: Sorry, I’m not wearing my lenses so I can’t see everyone, neh. It’s nothing personal- MPHOOOO! Mpho: Waddup Thuwowo! Voice 1: So you can see HIM? Voice 2: UBONA UMPHO KUPHELA?! [uproar] I APOLOGIZE FOR MY SELECTIVE BLINDNESS. DANG 😭 (I still can’t figure out how I saw him when he was so far back😭🤣😂 God knows)
Frames 1-3 My friend suggested that we head to “the mountain”. “Which mountain?” I asked, confused. “The one you took me to pray,” she responded to which I gave a quick “Eew! I don’t feel like hiking.” She interjected with a “we don’t have to hike. You’ll drive and you’ll stop where you want to stop and we’ll pray” So we drove. There’s something about creation towering over you and surrounding that makes you feel like you’re going to be alright. God knows. 4: I had a realization a few weeks ago: my colleagues met a version of me that even I don’t know. They met a Thuso who’d just lost her friend and was trying to navigate this new world. They met someone who wanted a hole to hide in and do just enough to not be considered rude by her colleagues. As I sat on the flight from LA, streaming Mpho’s memorial I knew that something in me had changed. It was inevitable. So I whispered a few words to my Father. “I cannot control that this will change me. I pray that it changes me for the better.” 5: After my cousin passed Lunga shared some scriptures of encouragement. I found them when I went through our convos after he passed & they comforted me. When Mpho passed I scrambled to find them again… so I decided to tattoo them on my arm so that they would be easy to find. The heart with the Cross & sun rays signify the joy of a new morning. Psalm 30:5 Weeping may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning 7: we’re going to be alright. [Special shoutout to @eyelegance_optometrists for my tinted spectacles 🤓] 8 & 9 are the same moment captured by two different people. The videos were sent to me on Thursday and are a classic example of being trolled by friends 💔 Me: Sorry, I’m not wearing my lenses so I can’t see everyone, neh. It’s nothing personal- MPHOOOO! Mpho: Waddup Thuwowo! Voice 1: So you can see HIM? Voice 2: UBONA UMPHO KUPHELA?! [uproar] I APOLOGIZE FOR MY SELECTIVE BLINDNESS. DANG 😭 (I still can’t figure out how I saw him when he was so far back😭🤣😂 God knows)
I was in DIRE need of a change of scenery so I did a quick trip to New York. @gansevoort didn’t disappoint with its views and vibes. It’s in one of the vibiest parts of the city which meant every moment was a wonderful adventure. From the great menu to the rooftop pool with fabulous views of manhattan to the spacious sauna, my summer city scape was just what the doctor ordered. But I MUST say that I was most pleasantly surprised by their @seven24collective gym. You know how hotels will have gyms that feel like they’re ticking the box with their equipment? LOL. I got so excited when I stepped into their gym because it had EVERYTHING and then some. PS. They even have a bowling alley at their Dimes cocktail lounge…Thank me later 😉
I was in DIRE need of a change of scenery so I did a quick trip to New York. @gansevoort didn’t disappoint with its views and vibes. It’s in one of the vibiest parts of the city which meant every moment was a wonderful adventure. From the great menu to the rooftop pool with fabulous views of manhattan to the spacious sauna, my summer city scape was just what the doctor ordered. But I MUST say that I was most pleasantly surprised by their @seven24collective gym. You know how hotels will have gyms that feel like they’re ticking the box with their equipment? LOL. I got so excited when I stepped into their gym because it had EVERYTHING and then some. PS. They even have a bowling alley at their Dimes cocktail lounge…Thank me later 😉
I was in DIRE need of a change of scenery so I did a quick trip to New York. @gansevoort didn’t disappoint with its views and vibes. It’s in one of the vibiest parts of the city which meant every moment was a wonderful adventure. From the great menu to the rooftop pool with fabulous views of manhattan to the spacious sauna, my summer city scape was just what the doctor ordered. But I MUST say that I was most pleasantly surprised by their @seven24collective gym. You know how hotels will have gyms that feel like they’re ticking the box with their equipment? LOL. I got so excited when I stepped into their gym because it had EVERYTHING and then some. PS. They even have a bowling alley at their Dimes cocktail lounge…Thank me later 😉
