The life I’m living is someone else’s dream– that’s what I keep being reminded of.

It’s 1 : 35  PM on day 2556 of my journey towards independence and I managed to pray,  have breakfast, read 2 Thessalonians 3:10  and promote my 50 New Feet Campaign benefiting MiracleFeet – raised to $3 452 only $9 048 more to raise by June 17, 2018 to help 50 kids with clubfoot .

This morning I was reminded that the life I’m living is someone else’s dream -our housekeeper told me she barely slept last night because her neighbour threatened to pour acid on her while she slept I was horrified for her I asked why she didn’t report her neighbour to the police and she basically told me the police is tied up in bureaucracy – every day I’m thankful for the problems I don’t have and the prayers I don’t have to pray sometimes I wish I could invite every person living in every township in South Africa to come stay at my house nobody deserves to live in a place filled with rats and roaches afraid that someone will break in to their dwelling, rape them or kill them in their sleep (President Zuma how about you invite some of the people who voted for you to stay in your Nkandla home you did pay for it using state money – the lack of moral fibre in my country’s current “leadership” absolutely breaks my heart and shatters my spirit).