Black womanhood & the requirement to be strong

Strength was measured by how much discomfort I could endure emotionally and mentally. The more I could endure, the stronger I was viewed…until I was seen as indestructible. I did not begin to refute the “strong black woman” label until I was in my late twenties. To me being viewed as indestructible felt like a mark of success.

This is not a drill, I’m back!

It's been well over a year since I last posted on Faith, Fitness & Everything Else. In fact, this post has been sitting in my drafts since the 21st of August 2021. To the people that stayed subscribed y'all are the real ones. So why did I stop blogging? That honour is fully piled on depression.

Our Ancestors Wildest Dreams: Intro

We can’t afford to wait for the world to be equal to start feeling seen. Michelle Obama In a system built to destroy you, joy is rebellion! My family arrived in a post-apartheid South Africa from a war torn Democratic Republic of Congo and the one thing I can always remember from those early years… Continue reading Our Ancestors Wildest Dreams: Intro

Black Lives Matter

Saying that Black Lives Matter doesn’t mean that other lives are valued less, it just means that there is a group of people who for years have been undervalued and exploited and it's time we stop.Nathan Ryan Black Lives Matter is more than a slogan, it is a movement that was founded in the United… Continue reading Black Lives Matter

The New Normal

The smile on my face... plastered. How is lockdown going for you? Over the past three weeks, I have gone through ALL the emotions, and none of them have involved much productivity. There's a strange thought that started spreading across mainstream social media channels that this is a time to learn a new skill whether… Continue reading The New Normal

Resurrection Sunday

Last night my mom asked me what Easter means to me, and I’ve been thinking about it all day. One of my favourite things about this time of the year, (Resurrection Sunday) is the fact that a woman (Mary Magdalene) was the first to have seen Jesus. Throughout the Gospels , I’ve always found it… Continue reading Resurrection Sunday

It’s All Good

Yesterday, I cried.I cried because I hurt. I cried because I was hurt.I cried because hurt has no place to goexcept deeper into the pain that caused it in the first place,and when it gets there, the hurt wakes you up.I cried because it was too late.I cried because it was time.I cried because my… Continue reading It’s All Good

Live, laugh, cry, repeat.

There’s nothing that has changed my life more than the passing of my sister. She was my best friend, she was straightforward, had the best advice and when she hugged me, she would always go over my 5 second limit. I’m so glad that in her last days, I got to tell her that I… Continue reading Live, laugh, cry, repeat.

Hold on to the bar

If you're a CrossFitter you've probably been here, you're halfway into a wod with heavy snatches (arch nemesis,) and let's throw in muscle ups because this is a badass wod, and you hear your coach say 'hold onto the bar!' I don't know about you but with my forearms burning, calluses daring to rip, the last… Continue reading Hold on to the bar

Arms like aunty a.k.a black, female & strong

Aunty* just turned 60… Simmer on that. Yes, my eyes popped out too! I was about six months late on watching Black Panther. While I understood the cultural significance of Black Panther, I am not one of those people who will rush to the cinema for new releases. When I finally watched it, I left… Continue reading Arms like aunty a.k.a black, female & strong