I stood in my backyard last week, staring at the Jacaranda tree that has stubbornly refused to bloom for three seasons. My neighbor, Mama Dineo, leaned over the fence with that knowing look. "Harold," she said, "the tree is not dead. It is digging. The roots are fighting through rock. The push is coming." As she spoke, my phone buzzed. Another news alert. The International Monetary Fund had just downgraded its global growth forecast. Fuel prices were surging. The Minister of Higher Education had announced that 3.4 million young South Africans are neither employed nor in education or training—a lived reality, he called it, not a statistic. Across the street, the Mkhatshwa family was packing their belongings. After eighteen months of job hunting, their eldest son, a cum laude engineering graduate, had finally surrendered to despair. "The system is leaking," the Minister had said, describing our education pipeline. "We are failing to move young people fr...
The Burden You Were Never Ordered to Carry: A Wake-Up Call from Akasia Scripture: "Cast your burden on the Lord, and He shall sustain you; He shall never permit the righteous to be moved." (Psalm 55:22) A Personal Confession from the Dusty Streets of Akasia I remember standing at the corner of Sophie Street and Heuningvlei Road, watching a mother chase after her thirty-year-old son who had just lost another job at the factory in Rosslyn. Her voice was cracked with desperation: "My boy, just apply again! I'll fix your CV!" She was exhausted—not from her own labour, but from fighting battles her son refused to enter. That mother was me in disguise. For years, I carried burdens God never packed into my suitcase. I tried to fix my grown nephew's drinking problem with midnight phone calls and tearful sermons. I attempted to resurrect a marriage that had flatlined because I was playing Holy Ghost for a spouse who had his own direct line to heaven. I was exhausted,...