Finally I See

We all have our own personal print, the things that make us who we are. Each strand of life absorbs itself within our DNA. Our growth of likes and dislikes from life’s branches such as culture and society, education and work, relationships, music, beliefs and values; attach to our DNA and form as particles that make up the anatomy of our identity. These and others help define and shape us. From the day we were born to our last dying breath, we can come across as pawns on a chessboard being in the process of human branding. You may be familiar with the term ‘Branding’; it is the technique of marking something in order to verify its identity, ownership. As humans we can be seen as   walking brands. The world we grow up in fights for our identity daily. These battles can be seen visually, psychologically, physically and spiritually. We are bombarded by images and words everyday; situations showing us who we are or are not, and where we may have come from. The str...

For some of you reading this, you may look at the title of this blog and say that's the most simplest, dumbest thing to say Faith. Of course you should know who you are, right? Wrong! To me those four words are the most precious, heartfelt, revelation, inspiring, encouraging words I could ever say to myself and hear others say about themselves too. For many of years I had battled with trying to find out what my identity was. I knew all the facts and figures: born into an African family, one of the two girls, three brothers, mum and dad and the list goes on, obvious FACTS. But the truth was that in the mist of all this I still didn't really know who I was and from that I somewhat was easily able to be swayed into trying others identity through the way they talked, dressed or behaved and only to see if it was something I was into or wanted to adapt to, to say, yes, finally I have arrived, 'this is me'. But I was not alone. There where other ladies who felt the sam...