By Lebohang Masango aka King Nova

I was going to write something about the passing of Nelson Mandela and how he has impacted my life, but I came across a post by Lebogang Masango, who's known as Nova. It was so beautiful that I had to repost. Check below:

"I hold you like I held Malcolm before he went away. Before Robben and Mecca laid claim to brilliant, roaring bonfires and hushed them to quiet embers. I remember you as the man who said “it is an ideal for which I am prepared to die”, as the man who led Umkhonto weSizwe (mama le papa), as the man who said we must arm ourselves to take back our land and dignity, as the Black Pimpernel, the boxer, the lawyer, the one who survived on Madikizela’s devotion - when you were all fight and fire and flame - this is how I love you. 

Lala kahle, qhawe elihle Rolihlahla Mandela.

Because of you, Luthuli, Tambo, Hani, Sisulu, Biko, Mahlangu, Mashinini, Kathrada, Sobukwe and countless, countless others we are able to rightly walk free in this land of our ancestors. 

I didn’t think I would cry because the deification of your memory had fatigued me. But this morning, a little past midnight, I slowly collapsed into myself as I looked around me: I thought of my address, my parents’ tax brackets, my education, my flight to Cape Town in a few hours, my ability to choose the direction of my life and all the opportunities I have. Without you, without your brave peers, without my parents who fought too, without our people, without the tears and without the lifetimes and lifetimes of blood - I would surely be cleaning the house of some white family or teaching a Bantu Education syllabus to brown-skinned babies who would be forced to internalise the message that they were born to be servants. Without all of you, we would be born and die in the chains of servitude to evil, despicable people; prisoners in the only place we’ve ever known as home.

I cried when I thought of how you wore that Boks jersey and walked onto the rugby pitch in 1995. I cried when I thought of all the shuffling and shmiling you had to do to set them at ease after all they did was murder us, steal from us, rape us and plunder our resources for 300 years. I cried because you had to dance. I cried because you had to be the Magic Negro. I cried because CNN called FW de Klerk first this morning as if he hadn’t upheld the very system which equated us to animals. I cried because you did so much and yet for the majority, South Africa is still what it is. I cried because I have an amazingly privileged life. I cried because I so badly believed in a rainbow that does not exist. I cried because I choose to believe that being president was hard and you tried your best to make the best decisions. I cried because I don’t know how to process a world where you, as a man and an ideal, have to be spoken of in memoriam… 

It’s all so overwhelmingly complex. I should be in Houghton giving flowers to your memory and singing struggle songs with my kin but I’m writing this from a pretty hotel room in Cape Town, overlooking Table Mountain. This city makes me feel like I am the only one in mourning, there are hardly any brown people here. As we drove in this morning, Brenda Fassie’s tribute to you played and all the heaviness rose and fell and settled once more as I turned to my left and saw the terribly named Castle of Good Hope. History hurts.

Everything hurts but you lived and you loved and you tried.

Thank you for your life. Thank you for your spirit. Thank you for showing what it means to truly serve the people. Siyabonga, Dalibhunga. Rest In Power, eternally.

My Black President."

IT STARTED WITH A PRAYER, R250 AND SACRIFICIAL LOVE..

 I get emotional when I think about this part of my life, as it became a defining moment for me, the chance to make   a decision that will affect the rest of my life; it might seem little to you, but trust me, I’m eternally grateful for it.

 The year was 2009 and the month was May when my sister came into my room and gave me R250.00 to go and write my learners, as I had been home for almost a year now, in the hopes that it will better my chances of getting a job (once I got my license too). I was a baby Christian and yet to understand God’s love for me, but that moment was just God Himself telling me that He loves me and He’s got my back.  I was in between what I would like to call “growing up is tough and is this the highest form of dream-selling” phase. I mean, I worked so hard in High-school, not the brightest of sparks but I managed to get a university entrance (you see, I too can be modest) and good marks to go back to my teacher and pull a “you must not know about me” look…

Going back to that evening of the prayer, R250 and priceless love. My sister already had gotten me a learners’ book to study with and had given me a slight idea of how she will pay for the license. I had already gathered that it might take longer than my excitement could comprehend, but I was overjoyed about the gesture and how I will finally know how to drive. The 19-year-old thing to do is think of how I will get a car and suddenly become the coolest thing to happen to humanity. Can you believe it, one moment I’m depressed that I can’t find a job; the next I’m thinking of getting a car…I did say it was the 19-year-old thing to do. Ambition!  Anyway, reality interrupted my imagination and knocked the silliness out of me faster than I could think which car model I want to drive. I thought about my sister’s offer and how I will fit in her plan, and I came to a conclusion that, No, I do not want a license because I don’t want a job because I want to go to varsity and just make ads.

That’s what got me to school at 7am and brought me back home at 8pm. That’s what drove me to practice harder at Math and accept being changed classes because “I lack focus and I know I can pass”. Going to varsity is what made me ask for application forms from all the universities I could think of, fill them up and post them without an application fee (I did say I was a baby Christian, so imagine the stupid faith levels and naivety). So I decided to ask for a UJ application form and instead use the money to apply there for something that is in line with advertising.  Without my sister’s knowledge, on the 1^st June 2009 I submitted my application at Uj for a BA in Marketing Communications. That day, I remember Thoriso, (my part-time lover) who was doing her honours there, walked me to the humanities department and showed me all the places I needed to go that day. Thinking that her exam is later that day only to find out that while she was being generous with her time her fellow, focused students were writing. Dear Homie, if you never get into ish for me again, I will forever remember this day. If you’re wondering, things turned out fine for her, nothing an affidavit couldn’t fix.

On the 15^th of the same month, I got a letter back from Uj telling me that I have been accepted for a BA in marketing communication. YAY!!! I’m a varsity student who’s about to wake up to a shatter that there’s still is no money to go varsity (I had been previously accepted for a Degree in Civil Engineering in 2007, but didn’t pursue it for lack of funds). Now I have to tell my sister who’s waiting for me to tell her that I’m ready to go write my learners, that I decided to apply for varsity with the money she gave me. I finally told her and surprisingly enough, she was happy for me and asked me pertinent questions about how I will go to school. At that time, God was my answer and Faith was my only currency. Fast-forward, God came through and I went to varsity, did my 3 years in Marketing Communications, and right now I’m well on my way to making Ads.

It all started with a prayers, R250.00 and sacrificial love. Out of the goodness of her heart, my sister contributed to what I have become today, we may not have had the same picture of how I can better my chances of getting a job, but we both had the same end in mind, to see me do justice to a pool of potential and resilience that I have. She planted a seed, which not only opened a door to my desire to go to varsity, but it also made me see love in action, an outpouring of God’s gift that is family and her will to see me succeed. All it took was a prayer, R250.00 and sacrificial love.

THE IMPACT OF A NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCE…my gun incident!

Almost a year ago, in September, the strange closing of my bedroom door woke me up in the middle of the night and I immediately got up to go check what’s on the other side of my room.  I put on the light but before I reached for my doorknob, someone beat me to it; and with my half-closed eyes I saw a dark hand reaching for the switch and managing to switch off the lights. By now, all the soberness that had escaped in the first part of what turned into a horrible night revisited again. Although, in between moments, I would fall into a trance to reminisce about what I just experienced, the stranger on the other side didn’t give me the opportunity to let my mind decide it this all a dream or not. He managed to open the door and come in, while I’m still trying to be in the moment, I suddenly felt a very cold and heavy thing on my head and I touched it only to feel that it’s a gun…

Let me hold that position as I reach back in time a few hours earlier to the incident. I went to bed fairly early, as I do on Sundays and it had been quite a good one. No sign that I was going to be held at gunpoint at the dawn of the next morning; not that there normally is. I actually prefer it this way. (I mean, who wants to know that they are about die in the next few hours). Anyway, the stranger pushed me back inside, closed the door and sat me on my bed. Only then I realized, I know this stranger; I know this stranger so well, in fact, I’ve spoken to them quite a few times to be confused by what I’m seeing. While this is all happening, no words are coming from my mouth, I can’t even think properly. This stranger starts asking me to participate and not even make any noise, because he will blow my brains out.  Tears started rolling down my eyes as my mind finally joins the party. I’m about to die!!

Since my mind is trying to catch up, I’m imagining gunshots in my head, what’s going to happen next, and what exactly is happening. Great! So I’m not dreaming… that much I’ve gathered from the tears that freeze my warm cheeks. In between my wild imagination and a pending reality, this person is telling me the reason he’s here and what he plans to do during his visit. I’m about to die. I’ve gathered that his plan is to kill one of my family members, so he drags me outside my room to the other one, at this moment, he’s tied my hands so I struggle to find balance. While all of this is happening, I come to the sad realization that I haven’t started living, yet my life is about to end. Trust me, the last thing on my mind is the 20 page assignment that was due the Wednesday, all I could think about is death. Whenever my tears give me break to see through, I looked up hoping to see some staircase rolling out for me to climb on. From this day I knew I should sop watching so much TV.

Since this story is about me, I’m not going to go into detail about why the person wanted to go on a kill, but I want to talk about how this experience changed me. There is something about a near-death experience like this that changes your whole view of life and forces you to mend your priorities. I was just a girl looking to get my degree and finally start living. With a gun held to my head, I thought to myself “if this person doesn’t shoot, I’m going to scream at those who didn’t protect me while they were well aware of what happening, then I’m going to go to school and tell my lecturer to not expect my assignment because I’m not doing it.  Well, I’m here and you’re reading this, so that means he didn’t pull the trigger, so as I promised myself, I did both of those things, except, my senses came back and I submitted my assignment a week later. (You see; it helps to have a case number, especially when you plan to push all your tests because you’re not ready).

There’s so much damage that this incident caused my family and I. Everyday is a day to recover and try not to think it will happen again. I’ve since got a lock for my room and its only recently that I stopped locking, because I cant live my life with the fear that someone else will come into my room and only this time, they’ll be bold enough to kill the whole family. To this day, I wake up everyday around 2am and then fall asleep when I feel safer. I know I’m going to die one day, but this experience has shown me that this is not how I want to die, without having lived and explored all that life could offer. I’m on a quest to create new experiences, make mistakes, learn from them and do as much inking my body can have capacity for (don’t mind this, I just want to make my sister mad). 

WHO TO KEEP IN YOUR CIRCLE...

I’ve been blessed with wonderful people in my life and I’m one those people who’ve never struggled to make friends, good ones at that. However, I learned that it’s very important to choose your friends wisely and always keep your circle watertight. For all the friends I had, I have come up with those that are worthy to have in your circle because people are not the same and it’s important to keep those that are fitting.

1.    The Homie

This one is the all-rounder; she’s the closest to you. The homie serves as everything you want, from a friend to a part-time lover (when your boyfriend is not around and you don’t want to be alone) and never complains because well…she loves you so much.  You have most fights with the homie, since you spend most of the time with her and she knows a lot about you. This kind of friend is very protective of you because they’ve been with you for long that they know what’s best for you. With that said though, its key that she knows that you have the final say in your life.

2.    The cheerleader

I’m a very confident person and I believe so much in my own hype, but sometimes uncertainty creeps up so much that I find doubting myself. So, this kind of friend is one that also believes in you and your hype. They have an idea of what your becoming will look like, so they wont let you settle for anything less than that. You can tell them that you want to be a singer and even though you cant sing, they still pat you on the back and tell you, you can do it. These friends are good for your ego and those ‘I don’t know if I can do it’ moments. They are your number 2 fan, through and through. If you have both the cheerleader and The Homie in your circle, you’re bound to work out well because the Homie will bring you back to reality if the cheerleader is gassing you up.

3.    The narcissist

This friend loves herself so much and would do anything to look good and get praised. Its good to keep this friend in your circle because they thrive to put up appearances, and because they always want to come off good, they’ll ensure that when you’re with them, you also look good.  You may sometimes feel like a trophy, but it comes in handy because you get to enter into the narcissist’s network. You’re also bound to learn a lot from this person because they seek to always be in the know, for the purpose of their reputation. In this here instance, you’re good by association.

4.    The experienced

Talk about a walking encyclopedia. The experienced knows everything about everything, from politics, to relationships, to sex. If you have this one in your corner, just dial them up if you’re in desperate need to impress someone and they’ll provide you with info that’s relevant. The experienced has gone before you in matters of life and whenever growing pains seep in, they are there for free tutorials. You’ll always feel like a dumb, which will make you read up and become well informed. The good thing about the experienced is that you get to share and discuss books with them. For me, that’s quite cool.

5.    The grounder

When in comes to matters of God, I’ve found out that with or without God, life is tricky. Life does this thing of becoming so unpredictable it leaves you in shaky grounds. The grounder is there to remind you about God and what He promised. The grounder is your prayer partner and they come with sound advice based on God. In normal circumstances, the experienced and the grounder have contradicting views because the former finds the latter impractical and naïve.

As I said, people are different and one may not necessarily need these particular types of people in their circle. All of these friends somehow complement each other and one without the other may not complete the circle. In one setup, all their views may contradict, but its usually the Homie who covers all of them in one. They say you attract that which you are, so you might also have one of the traits that these groups possess. Remember, you’re responsible for your life and even when you take advice from friends, check at which point they are in their lives and how that affects their views. Also, you make the final decision pertaining to your life. Enjoy friendships and be a good friend.

BEING THE NEW GIRL...

One of the trickiest things for me is finding myself in situations where I'm the ‘new girl’. It could be an event or within a new circle, I find the first few moments hard and sometimes tiring. Not that I have an alter-ego or anything like that, but I end up negotiating with myself about which personality trait to bring across. It's always a question of which part of myself would I like to show off and how do I want to be known, provided that these are qualities I can control. You might read this and think to yourself that this is an easy task if one is always themselves and you're right, but ‘myself’ is made up of a lot of things like character, personality, habits and mannerisms. So I always have to decide which part I am showing off that day. 

For example, I went to some braai with a friend, I was fairly new and she was the only person I knew there. From the discussion to participate in, to the jokes I chose not to be offended by and yes, to the 3^rd serving of dessert I had to decline; I had to think about all of them. Bearing in mind that I shouldn't, in any way, put my friend in any awkward situations. I mean, I don’t want to be remembered as that girl who was stuck-up and callous.

The evening started off well as I found it easy to connect to most of her friends quite well. The conversation was smooth and endearing and everyone had very idiosyncratic views. Being the ‘new girl’ in a group of people who have already established some sort of camaraderie comes with eyes that question nothing but ask everything. I always dread these setups because I sometimes find it intimidating to be the center of attention.  ‘What do you do for a living?’ and ‘how do you spend most of your time?’ are some of the questions that make the rounds and are coupled with much attentiveness. 

The new girl syndrome is one I never get used to because I'm always around people I know and I'm comfortable with. For an outspoken person, I have to take cognisance of how much I let out and which I decide to keep, a huge task if you ask me.

One of the things that bore me is how narcissistic people can get. It's an opportunity for them to shine and tell the whole world their best sides. Don’t get me wrong, I know that no one can consciously express their not-so-good side but my goodness; others don’t let the opportunity to let us know how they are the best thing to happen to the world since ice-cream, pass.  Although I don’t like being new, I love how it's an opportunity for me to know great people and engage in very interesting conversations.  The perks of being new is that I get to tell people about my latest habits, even those I've yet to do and I don’t have to feel like I'm lying, because well...I’m dreaming aloud. However, I'm glad I get to experience being the new girl because if not, there wouldn’t be any post to blog.

Please don’t take this as a decline to your future invites. I promise you I'm so cool, you’d mistaken me for the other side of the pillow; that is when I'm not being my usual over-thinking self. 

ONE DAY IT WILL ALL MAKE SENSE

This year got me on a very rocky start, leaving me with a lot of questions about who I am, what I am doing on this earth and yes, does God really exist and if He does, am I one of His least favourites or does He put on earphones whenever my prayer request comes through. Have you ever wanted something so bad that, when you think back to your prayers since you believed in God, that very thing is the most consistent you've ever prayed and believed for? So much so that your night prayer isn’t complete without including it? This was by far the only thing that could be the measure of my ability and competence. Then it didn’t happen... The highest form of disappointment is one in yourself because not only does it question your capabilities, it's a huge sign on the front door that you're a failure. The entrance of 2013 had a big welcoming for me, and unfortunately it wasn’t a good one.

All the things that happened in the first quarter of this year seemed to be a rerun of the occurrences that took place in 2008/09 only this time I didn’t lose my mind, literally. When you've worked so hard and diligently and at the end you're not rewarded, instead you're left with unanswered questions that have a potential to make you doubt His love for you. For the first time ever in my life, I blamed God for letting me down, for selling me a dream that He is almighty and can do anything, but He failed to step in on time; so much for being all-knowing. I blamed myself for believing in a fairytale that never seemed to have a happy ending. How could I have been so stupid? You see, once you get to this point in your life, no sermon or scripture can make you believe that all will finally make sense; the only thing that was will correct things is God Himself; and by that, I mean Him getting off the throne and knocking on my door to tell me how the heaven did I get here and which coordinates do I need to jump back on the right track.

I used to wake up in the morning and cry that I'm still alive, but I would’ve never killed myself, because the first question would be ‘where will I land’. I mean if you doubting God’s existence, how can you believe in heaven? Exactly... I just had to live out the day with no hope, no faith and no sleep. Sometimes, I look back at my childhood and my loath for God is equally matched by my appreciation for Him. That it took me to first to forgive Him before I could acknowledge Him. I'm in awe of how my life has been a kaleidoscope of pain and struggle, yet a smile still manages to carve itself out effortlessly. I’d always feel like I'm being punished for dreaming and wanting to pursue them. I have always been forthcoming about my relationship with God but uncertain about my total dependence on Him. I mean, all my life I had to have my back and protect myself so how could I suddenly hand over my life to a force that I couldn’t even see. I mean, it's more realistic to take the blame when things go wrong in your life, than to blame a perfect God who doesn’t make mistakes; like my friend says, a point of no judgement for those who shunned the good news.

Only in hindsight do I realize that is has been God who had my back all along and protected me from all the emotional rollercoaster that might have killed me. One day a very close friend of mine asked me a question that managed to open a tap of tears. She said “with a childhood like yours, how do you still maintain to love yourself?” all I could utter was that God loves me, that’s why I love myself, this makes up the part where I'm appreciative of the presence of God in my life. It also helps to thrive for my emotions to swing perfectly like a pendulum because some days I would let them spiral out of control and leave me so drained. I continue to have some hope that life will turn around and deal me fairly, that I won’t think people who say I should be patient are selfish because they assume that I haven’t been walking in that virtue long enough to be tired of it. Luckily enough, I have not arrived at the turning point in the development of my psyche which would allow me to give up without a fight.

NOTE TO MY YOUNGER SELF...Know your worth

I'm not even going to try and sound eloquent on this one; I am speaking straight from my heart to these pages. Over the past weeks I have been having conversations with different people I come across and I am learning a lot from them, so much so that I would like to share with you. First I want to talk to you about self-worth. I am learning that it's always the little, subliminal things that turn into big issues, which will later affect your relationships. Every time you question why you were chosen and why not other girls, you're robbing yourself of the moment. A guy can love you and show you he does, but there’s only so much security he can give you. The rest is up to you. Don’t burden someone with the weight of your insecurities.

 Always try to know and find out what makes you YOU. There’s always going to be someone smarter than you, more beautiful than you and more liked than you, but there’ll never be someone like you. Once you get that into your head, you will avoid the mess of trying to be someone else and desiring what they have. Again, never ever date a guy who has self-esteem issues. They will always make you feel bad for pursuing your dreams, because, for them, it will always be a constant reminder that they have failed in theirs. Never ignore that hunch; it will shield you from fatal grounds. Always remember this, uneasiness has to do with the heart and not the mind; you don’t have to explain why you feel uneasy about a guy; the minute you feel that, leave. I'm realizing this; there are people who have mastered the art of what makes women tick so much so that they no longer operate on their feelings to please you, but use experience. If you are in tune with yourself, you’ll quickly establish those who are real.

Once in a while, you will get someone who’ll raise the bar on how better you can be treated. From then on, never settle. Your heart will respond to how you're treated. You have preserved yourself so much to demand being the only one and there is someone who is willing to treat you like the only one. (If you can’t find him, look into the friendzone).  Don’t forget to be happy and find peace with all that you do. Fool around and catch feelings, these things happen. Treat yourself the way you want to be treated and remember there is a difference between standards and preferences. Don’t be unrealistic!  When it's love, you’ll know...

IN MY PERFECT WORLD...

It's peaceful and serene and I get lost in my own highs that remain uninterrupted by a world that is tainted by evil, that its children are cursed for even dreaming. I never cease to speak all positivity aloud because I know that life might be listening. In my perfect world, the road that leads to heaven smells like new books which have suitable fonts that will have you still reading at 00: 23 when your eyes have partly given in. That reek will have you skip the foreword because you're eager to get to the part where the title of the book will finally make sense. In my perfect world, love tastes like ice-cream and when someone asks me if I believe in magic, I’ll take out a tub, put 2 spoons in it and have them find out for themselves that magic is the taste that finds its way to their mouth. In my perfect world, I believe that my salvation is sealed with a contract that claims that when I get to heaven, I will have as much of ice-cream as my soul can possibly have.

 In my perfect world, Maslow’s hierarchy is incomplete because it doesn’t acknowledge my need to be with you; how after self- actualisation my heart still fails to realize its longing. In my perfect world, I worship the 6^th day because on it, a miracle was created. You were made out of the best clay in the potter’s hand and you're so perfect in your imperfections that no part of you dares to question the hands that created you. You're all pleasure and no offence, excitement without fear and peace without worry. In my perfect world, the past and the future are unimportant because the present presents me with infinite joy that sets my heart at rest that today, the present is infallible. And I dream about you every night because my subconscious is clouded by my emotions of you. 

In my perfect world, my infatuation makes me believe that I have the ability to create myself into my lover’s desire; that they will wake up and breathe me into their morning and drink me as their first cup of the day. I'm forthcoming about being inlove with you, my lover, even though there’s an uncertainty about where this is going to take me. When you think of me, your heart will beat faster and make sounds as loud as rain touching mkhukhu wako next door. And when you say you love me, I'm going to put my ear on your chest so I can finally hear what love sound like.

I guess what I'm trying to say is...Sticks and bones may break me, but in my perfect world, books and ice-cream make me and the Love completes me.

 

GOD LOVES EQUALLY... EVEN HOMOSEXUALS

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I'm writing this with the awareness that I might appear ignorant or spiritually insensible, but please allow me to address the issue of homophobia. I have always been surrounded by homosexuals as my sister is quite fond of them. I never prejudiced them in terms of their sexual orientations. For me, they are ordinary people who find a different and obviously over-the-top way of expressing themselves. It never occurred to me that who they are is regarded as an insult to the religious society, until I moved to Pentecostal churches. I found myself in the circle of people who host a chain of prayers and one of the prayer items declared the issue of homosexuality and how we should pray for them to change their ways. It always bothered me that God’s fan-club had double standards regarding who needs to change their ways and who must remain. I was bothered that how come we never focus on other sins but we emphasize others. However, I never was open about it because it was an issue that was never close to home. Until, my very closest cousin became open about being gay.

This is someone who I’ve always been close to; we grew up together, although I was fairly older than him. He has been around me for 19 years. He goes to church with me and we sit under the same sermons that sometimes make him question his entire existence. I remember there was a sermon I sat under (in another church) and the preacher spoke how God hates homosexuality. That sermon alone proves how, as a people, misconstrue the very essence of who God is. I ask myself, how can God hate homosexuals but claim to love His people. I cannot even begin to explain the poignancy I feel toward this whole notion. Like I said, I might be unaware about how God feels on this issue but I am fully aware of God’s love that is so unconventional to give His son to die for EVERYONE.

One day I was walking with a guy from church and we passed a group of gays. He changed lanes and moved to the other side as to avoid contact with them. I addressed him and told him I don’t get the point of him calling himself a Christian but he does dodgy things like that. The term Christian means being Christ-like and I ask myself what would Christ do? And if I'm doing the opposite of what He would do, then I'm misrepresenting Him. Our sanctimonious behaviour can get overwhelming at times, even for a sinner like me.

I finally write about this because last week I had a heart-to-heart conversation with my cousin about his lifestyle and choice of living. It was really the first time we spoke openly about his sexual orientation. At the end of the chat, he thanked me for ‘finally’ accepting who he is. I found that very saddening as I’ve never doubted him or expressed a sense of detachment. But then again, I never fully showed him that he still carries the same weight in my heart. I almost got caught between what religion claims to be demonic and what I'm presented with every day; a loving and young man who’s eager to grow in the Lord. If God hates homosexuals, then He contradicts Himself, because God is Love and Love does not hate. Where do sinners go if the church is filled with ‘holy’ people?

With all of that said, can I be excused from “God is out to get you” sermons as they leave me with melancholy and a strong sense of confusion. I will not subject myself to sit under a teaching that contradicts God. When I'm mature enough to comprehend homophobia, and continue to believe a God who claims to love me but hates my cousin, I will probably write a different story. Until then, allow me to embrace my cousin who continues to bring colour in my life and a breath of fresh air. * Drops mic and walks to every homosexual in the room to give them a kiss on the cheek*