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Play or Perish By Khanyisa Manganyi Marriage is beautiful… until you discover that your definition of “fun” is your husband’s definition of “attempted murder.” Some men are gentle darlings, lovers of romantic mischief . They’ll toss a pillow softly on your head, splash a little water on your hair while you swim, or even play a silly boxing match with hands lighter than feathers. They laugh when you laugh, and their play feels like love in motion. But then there are the raw men. The ones who think games are for children, and the moment you try to spark some playful romance, you realize you might have signed up for a lifetime of self-defense. Try a pillow fight? You’ll end up with a fractured shoulder from a continental pillow launched with the strength of a thousand ancestors. Suggest a water fight at the pool? You’ll be halfway to heaven while he’s holding you under, convinced this is a Navy SEAL exercise . Attempt to playfully smack his arm? He’ll return the favor so hard you’ll b...

  The Day an Angel Grew Muscles By Khanyisa Manganyi She was the kind of woman who made people stop mid-conversation just to stare. Soft eyes that carried kindness, a smile that could calm storms, and a beauty so radiant she looked like she’d borrowed a bit of heaven’s glow. To top it off, she wasn’t just pretty—she was the sort of “ wife material ” people prayed for: gentle, respectful, and caring to a fault. A living example of Proverbs 31 , wrapped in grace and sprinkled with laughter. When she got married, it felt like a fairytale. Her husband, at first, was everything she could have dreamed of. Charming, protective, loving—he even pulled chairs out for her at restaurants. But as time passed, that prince charming switched masks and turned into something else entirely. The man who once kissed her forehead began to use his fists instead. Her once angelic face often looked like she’d been in a boxing match she never signed up for. Peace left her home, and she became a silent su...

When WiFi is Down: The True Apocalypse By Khanyisa Manganyi Let’s be honest, there are many things in life that can shake humanity — earthquakes , storms , even that terrifying moment when the last roll of toilet paper is gone. But nothing, absolutely nothing , sends society into instant chaos like the WiFi going down. You’d think a zombie apocalypse had kicked off when the router light goes red . I always find myself laughing (and sometimes crying inside) when I see my kids completely lose their cool over it. The electricity cuts out without warning, and within seconds they look like they’re auditioning for a horror movie — wide eyes, nail-biting, pacing the floor as if oxygen itself has been cut off. And then the ultimate accusation comes flying at me: “Mama, did you people actually live in the stone age without WiFi? How did you survive?” Yohhh! The way they ask it, you’d swear I grew up chasing dinosaurs for dinner. I tell them, back then, we actually talked to each other, ...

They Want Blessings, Not God By Khanyisa Manganyi Let’s cut straight to it—many don’t want God. They just want what’s in His pocket. Faith has become a shopping cart at a spiritual supermarket . People pray like they’re placing an order: “Lord, new car, better job, miracle healing—oh, and make it express delivery.” God is treated like Amazon Prime—fast, convenient, and no strings attached. But here’s the hard truth: God is not your delivery guy. He’s the Creator of heaven and earth, and He refuses to be reduced to your personal wish machine. Jesus said, “But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well” ( Matthew 6:33 ). The promise is clear—God isn’t against blessings. But notice the order: Him first, everything else second. Yet too many flip it around. They want the “things” and only sprinkle God on top when it suits them. The Israelites did the same in the wilderness . God split the sea, rained down bread, dropped meat from t...

Stop Worshiping Your Pastor By Khanyisa Manganyi There’s a new god in town. He walks in with shiny shoes, three bodyguards, and an entourage that parts the crowd like Moses at the Red Sea . The church stands. Some cry. Others throw money at his feet. And someone in the back whispers, “Papa has entered.” Let’s be honest: if Jesus Himself walked into that same church, half the congregation would be too busy polishing the pastor’s ego to even notice. We’ve crossed the line, friends — from honor to worship, from respect to idolatry, and we’re now calling it faith . But make no mistake, this blind loyalty, this pulpit obsession, this habit of treating human beings like they’re divine — it’s not just dangerous, it’s unbiblical. Your pastor is not God. The modern church has made spiritual celebrities out of mere men. We follow their every word like it’s Scripture, we repost their quotes more than actual Bible verses, and some of us wouldn’t dare make a decision without “Papa” approving ...

The Cry of Silent Blood   (Christian Genocide) By Khanyisa Manganyi There are cries rising from the earth right now—cries too deep for words, too haunting to be ignored. In Nigeria , and in other parts of the world, innocent men, women, and children are being slaughtered for their faith. Churches are burned, villages wiped out, and families scattered, yet the world seems strangely silent. Leaders, media outlets, and even those who once claimed to be voices for justice have grown cold, turning their faces away as if the lives of these people mean less than the noise of politics and entertainment. It is as though humanity has placed blindfolds on itself, refusing to see the streams of blood that run where believers once sang hymns. But God sees. He hears every cry, every whispered prayer, every mother’s wail as she clutches the remains of her child. He is not deaf, nor is He blind. And we who are called by His name cannot afford to be silent either. If one member of the Body suffers...

When God Says Wait — And You Secretly Know Why By Khanyisa Manganyi There’s a kind of ache that comes from unanswered prayers. That quiet, hollow, sometimes very loud ache. You kneel. You fast. You name it and claim it. You anoint the doors, the fridge, the cat. You quote Jeremiah 29:11 until your tongue feels like a worn-out highlighter. But heaven stays politely silent. And you wonder… “Did God forget me?” But deep down, where the honesty lives — the part of you that doesn’t post online — you kind of know. You're not actually ready for what you're asking for. You just want to be. And that’s different. See, we like to imagine we’re always prepared. We say things like, “Lord, I’m ready for my husband now,” while our healing is still dripping and we’re secretly stalking our ex’s sister on Instagram . Or we pray, “God, give me that job,” but we’re showing up to life late, bitter, and half-hearted. We want the weight of blessing without the strength of discipline. And God, i...

The Battle of Vitiligo By Khanyisa Manganyi Vitiligo is one of those conditions that sparks more myths than facts, and sadly, those myths can be just as damaging as the condition itself. It’s a skin disorder that causes patches of skin to lose their pigment, creating lighter areas on the body. This happens because the cells that produce melanin — the pigment that gives our skin, hair, and eyes their color — are either destroyed or stop working. The exact cause isn’t fully understood, but research points to it being an autoimmune condition , where the body mistakenly attacks its own pigment-producing cells. It’s not contagious, it’s not the result of poor hygiene, and it’s definitely not a curse. Yet, for many people living with vitiligo, the real struggle isn’t just the condition, but the stares, whispers, and wild theories. I once overheard a traditional healer talking to an elder, saying the reason her grandson’s skin looked that way was because he stole something and someone cur...

The Devil Didn’t Ruin Your Relationship — You Just Chose Someone Hot Over Someone Holy By Khanyisa Manganyi Let’s be real — brutally, unapologetically real. The devil didn’t sabotage your relationship. Stop blaming demons for decisions you made wide awake, in full makeup, with butterflies in your stomach and red flags waving like carnival banners . You didn’t “fall into sin.” You dove headfirst into it — and called it destiny . No spiritual warfare needed. Just a thirst trap and poor judgment. You weren’t under attack. You were under the spell of abs and his thick wallet. We’ve got this dangerous habit of assigning spiritual blame to things that were simply the result of carnal choices . The truth? You picked a vibe over values. You picked fireworks over faith. You picked someone who could make your heart race — but not your spirit rise. You prayed for a God-fearing partner , but when a walking temptation showed up smelling like Dior and talking smooth, your discernment packed...

Why Do We Women Relax After Marriage? By Khanyisa Manganyi Ok, I’m going to say it. South African women — some , not all — we need to talk 👀. I’m not dragging anyone, but if the wig fits, hey, maybe it’s time to brush it 💁🏾‍♀️. Let me start with a soft disclaimer before you grab your cooking spoon like a weapon 🍲⚔️: I’m not saying every woman must wear makeup and lashes that can create a hurricane when she blinks. I’m definitely not that woman. I’m natural and beautiful 😌 (yes, allow me to say that without blowing my own way too much 😅). But let’s be honest — something strange happens when a ring lands on that finger 💍. Women transform... and not always in a good way. I’ve seen it. You’ve seen it. Your neighbor’s cousin’s sister’s friend is probably doing it right now 🤷🏾‍♀️. Before the wedding, the woman is clean, stylish, neat — she looks like she was sent by Beyoncé to teach us what self-care means 👑. But after two years? Yoh! The same woman is walking around the house ...

Read the Bible, Sir — Not Just the Parts That Benefit You By Khanyisa Manganyi Let’s start with the truth: some men want a Proverbs 31 woman so bad, you'd think she was the only woman mentioned in the Bible. They want her clothed in strength and dignity, managing households, submitting like clockwork, rising before the sun, praying, fasting, and working a side hustle — all while being soft, sexy, and silent. But here's the twist: they want all that... without doing any of the leading, loving, or living like Christ themselves. Sir, respectfully — and I say this with my whole chest — sit down. Open your Bible. Start in Ephesians . You know, that part before “wives submit to your husbands”? The part that says, “Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave Himself up for her” ? Yeah, that. Leadership in the Kingdom of God isn’t about barking orders and expecting tea by 5. It's about sacrifice, consistency, and spiritual maturity . It’s about taking a...

  Sex Before Marriage Isn’t Just a Sin — It’s a Shortcut to Soul Confusion By Khanyisa Manganyi There’s a silent ache that creeps into many hearts — a deep, unspoken emptiness that comes after giving your body to someone who never promised you forever. It’s not something we post online or talk about easily. We dress it up with humor and pretend it’s empowerment. But deep down, the soul mourns. Not because we’re weak — but because God never meant for us to give sacred pieces of ourselves away so casually. We live in a world that praises “just having fun,” but behind the laughter is a generation quietly bleeding. Sex before marriage isn’t just a sin on paper — it’s a deep spiritual shortcut that leaves the heart confused, the spirit tired, and the soul in pieces. Genesis 2:24 says, “That is why a man leaves his father and mother and is united to his wife, and they become one flesh.” Sex was always meant to seal covenant, not play games with emotions. And when we step outside of ...

Why Most People Are Miserable and Won’t Admit It By Khanyisa Manganyi Let’s stop pretending—most people are not happy. They’re not “managing,” they’re not “getting by.” They’re miserable. But instead of owning it, they perform. Fake smiles, empty quotes, curated Instagram joy . Deep down, they know something’s off—but it’s easier to post than confess, easier to distract than deal. We’re miserable because we’ve been lied to. Told that happiness is found in success, in money, in love, in things. Told that if we hustle hard enough, we’ll arrive somewhere magical. But we never do. We’re chasing a finish line that doesn’t exist, and calling it ambition. And when that chase leaves us exhausted, we call it “growth.” Most people stay miserable because they’re afraid to pause. Silence forces you to face yourself. It whispers the truth: you hate your job, your marriage feels like a trap, you’re spiritually empty, and the things you thought would make you happy—didn’t. So you distract yoursel...

  When Money Moves In—But It's Not God Who Sent It By Khanyisa Manganyi ✨ You ever seen someone glow up so fast you start to wonder if God Himself was in a rush? One day they’re broke, borrowing Wi-Fi from the neighbor, and the next, they’re buying designer cologne just to go grocery shopping. At first, you clap, because why not? Favor ain't fair, right? But then… something smells funny. And no, it's not the Gucci Bloom. It’s spiritual. Something darker. See, not every blessing is from Heaven. Some doors are opened by hands you don’t see—and you wouldn’t want to shake them if you could. We don’t talk about this enough in church because, well, money makes people uncomfortable. Especially when it’s cursed. There’s this... let’s call it “situation.” A person, very close, started to change. They used to pray before decisions. Now they manifest. They used to tithe, now they tip the universe. They talk about “ancestors delivering bags” like it’s Uber Eats. And you can’t even c...

🎭 Married to a Masked Man: When Love Turns into Rituals and Regret   By Khanyisa Manganyi You were glowing, girl. Sparkling like a chandelier at a wedding expo. You thought you’d found him . The man who ticked the boxes — kind of handsome, kind of saved, knew a few gospel lyrics, maybe even quoted a Psalm or two when he was trying to be deep. He didn’t go to church all the time, but you told yourself, “It’s okay, we’ll grow together.” Oh, the fog of love , the dangerous drug of cloud 9 . But now? You're in a living room full of burning herbs, goat blood on the porch, and some suspicious muttering in a language you know isn’t tongues. Sis… that’s not marriage. That’s a ritual. Now you’re sitting on the edge of the bed with your Bible on your lap, flipping pages like you’re trying to find any verse that will tell you if it’s okay to leave. “Does God allow divorce? Am I just being tested?” you wonder, hoping it’s all a phase. But babe… this isn’t a trial. This is a cult initiati...