James 1:2. Y’all know I’m about to preach, right? Wrong! I don’t know if anybody else has noticed that when you post scripture, the number of likes quadruples. Y’all really think God has time to be checking if you liked every scripture post on your timeline🤦. I can’t with y’all. But seriously, I took this verse very seriously back when my faith was untainted. It got me through some really hard times and I think that if I had continued to ‘count it pure joy’, I would be so miserable and empty inside. Growing up I saw my Dad go through the worst attacks and brushing it off, focusing on his prayerful life and helping those who loathed him. I think they still do despise him and his wife, kids and grandchildren. The things we would find by our gate every morning, the knives; all sorts of human excrement; coins, sticky muti stuff… And the failed assassination attempts are testiment to the power of prayer. Even abaloyi were created by God. This created an impression about us, that we would follow in Daddy’s footsteps and let people walk all over us. Daddy was no walk-over! He knew exactly who was saying and doing what, but decided to not let it change who he was. Most of the people who wanted him dead came in secret to apologize before they died. He had long forgiven them. Even those who are still convinced that we don’t know what they did and said in those secret meetings are forgiven, but they mustn’t come up to me and demand freebies. I don’t do favors when I am pushed and emotionally blackmailed. I do favors for those I choose because it’s my life. “UCyprian ngabungenzela mahhala” doesn’t work with me. “You’re nothing like your father” won’t work either. People in our community, church and family failed to recognize that my dad was not acting in self-interest when he was pushing for development. The little privilege that he had, was used to benefit the ungrateful. I get resistance to change & jealousy but wanting to destroy us? Perhaps this is why I take these little jabs of setting your livestock on our crops, running our phone bill to tens of thousands with illegal connections, stealing livestock and tools…so personally. Daddy counted it pure joy! I don’t.