Babalwa Mhlauli

Lovelight flower Babalwa


"Rhetoric is not important. Actions are." Grandfather Mandela


Today heaven delivered a letter

It spoke of love, loss, hope and healing

Today I'm in awe

Today I'm in paradise

Today I'm forever free

Today angels dance with me

Today they sing me songs from the heart of God

Today I'm floating

So free

Free as a bird

Today I'm a fish in its environment

Today I swim effortlessly

Today I'm delivered

I'm safe home

At the core of God's desires

Today all is as it was meant to be



"We know only a portion of truth,

And what we say about God is always incomplete.

But when the complete arrives,

Our incompletes will be canceled." Scripture



Lady Di was my soothing balm, my hand of comfort, the medicine for all the trauma I experienced in my life!

I was too young to know it at the time. I could hardly speak a word of English when I encountered her warmth and

glorious comforting spirit. God is just that amazing.


"The wounds that cannot be seen are more painful than those that can be treated by a doctor."

Grandpa Mandela



When describing Princess Di, the royal chef who once worked for them said;


"She was just the perfect mother!"


Prince William's heartfelt note is life changing! It feels like it was delivered by an angel.


'Yesterday I became Royal Patron of the Child Bereavement Charity. I took on this role because I know what it is like to lose someone you love so much.


Losing a child or being a child when your parent dies is the awful reality for over 23,000 families in Britain every year.


Initially, there is a sense of profound shock and disbelief that this could ever happen to you. Real grief often does not hit home until much later.


For many it is a grief never entirely lost. Life is altered as you know it, and not a day goes past without you thinking about the one you have lost.


However, I also know that over time it is possible to learn to live with what has happened and, with the passing of years, to retain or rediscover cherished memories.


Our families and friends play a crucial role in coping with grief. The Child Bereavement Charity can never replace their love.


It can, though, provide another, sometimes invaluable lifeline. The charity is there to help the bereaved directly.


It also works with those in the community – such as teachers, nurses and the police – who have to deal with the realities of death on a daily basis.


The Child Bereavement Charity has another vital role: raising awareness of child bereavement and informing people of where they can get help and support.


Yesterday, the charity launched its Mother's Day campaign. The theme is "Silence". The silence that death leaves. The silence of death's taboo. The silence of listening.


Mother's Day is so painful for grieving families; for mothers remembering a lost child or for children longing for their mother – a day of happiness turned to sadness.


Losing a close family member is one of the hardest experiences that anyone can ever endure. Never being able to say the word "Mummy" again in your life sounds like a small thing.


However, for many, including me, it's now really just a word – hollow and evoking only memories.


I can therefore wholeheartedly relate to the Mother's Day campaign as I too have felt – and still feel – the emptiness on such a day as Mother's Day.


This year I hope that, through the Child Bereavement Charity's tireless and dedicated hard work, for some families at least, it will be a little less painful.


For those who have lost the one they love, rest assured they will be watching over you.'



Here's another mother who just feels so so good to my soul;


"Dorothy Irene Height (March 24, 1912 – April 20, 2010) an American administrator and educator, was a civil rights and women's rights activist specifically focused on the issues of African-American women, including unemployment, illiteracy, and voter awareness. She was the president of the National Council of Negro Women for forty years and was awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 1994 and the Congressional Gold Medal in 2004.


Dorothy Height was born in Richmond, Virginia. During childhood, she moved with her family to Rankin, Pennsylvania, a steel town in the suburbs of Pittsburgh, where she graduated from Rankin High School in 1929. Height received a scholarship from the Elks, which helped her to attend college. She was admitted to Barnard College in 1929, but upon arrival was denied entrance because the school had an unwritten policy of admitting only two black students per year. She enrolled instead at New York University, earning an undergraduate degree in 1932 and a master's degree in educational psychology the following year. She pursued further postgraduate work at Columbia University and the New York School of Social Work (the predecessor of the Columbia University School of Social Work


Height started working as a caseworker with the New York City Welfare Department, and at the age of 25, she began a career as a civil rights activist, joining the National Council of Negro Women. She fought for equal rights for both African Americans and women. In 1944 she joined the national staff of the YMCA. She was also an active member of Delta Sigma Theta Sorority throughout her life, developing leadership training programs and ecumenical education programs. She served as national president of the sorority from 1946 to 1957.


In 1957, Height was named president of the National Council of Negro Women, a position she held until 1997. During the height of the civil rights movement of the 1960s, she organized "Wednesdays in Mississippi,"which brought together black and white women from the North and South to create a dialogue of understanding. Height was also a founding member of the Council for United Civil Rights Leadership. In his autobiography, civil rights leader James Farmer described Height as one of the "Big Six" of the civil rights movement, but noted that her role was frequently ignored by the press due to sexism.


American leaders regularly took her counsel, including First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt.[clarification needed] Height encouraged President Dwight D. Eisenhower to desegregate schools and President Lyndon B. Johnson to appoint African-American women to positions in government. In the mid-1960s, she wrote a column called "A Woman's Word" for the weekly African-American newspaper the New York Amsterdam News, and her first column appeared in the issue of March 20, 1965, on page 8."



And she feels me with so much joy I can hardly describe it. She whispers to me from heavenly places;


“Sing like no one’s listening, love like you’ve never been hurt, dance like nobody’s watching, and live like its heaven on earth.”

-Mark Twain


The speech

Prince Will


The speech...



One of my favourite speeches ever!!!


Its like melting butter on warm oven baked

home made bread!

Or melted butter on steamed bread!

Love it!

Love it!

Love it thaat much! (Demonstrating)

I have to watch it, otherwise my curves will look so so big, so big, it would be a struggle to walk through the door! Giggles, its true!


"This visit to Australia has been one that Catherine and I have been looking forward to for a long time," the Prince, 31, said. "On my first visit here as an adult in 2010, I remember just how bowled over I was by Sydney; seeing the energy and diversity of this beautiful city, and understanding just how much Australia is the home of innovation, opportunity and possibility."


"I was well prepared; the affection that my grandmother The Queen has for this nation is infectious," William divulged. "Her Majesty spoke recently of how, since her first visit here sixty years ago, she has been privileged to witness Australia’s growing economy and flowering self-confidence."


"For Catherine, Harry, and me, born in the early '80s, we’ve never known anything else – Australia and Australians have always been for us a beacon of confidence, creativity in the arts and sporting ability," he continued, referencing his wife and his brother. "Harry felt very honored to be invited to the centenary Fleet Review in Sydney harbor last year; and I know how much my father enjoyed his visit here in honor of The Queen’s Diamond Jubilee. My mother’s deep affection for Australia – which you were so kind to reciprocate – needs no reminder."


Its like a slow dance under the moon

Like a rhythmic dance under a waterfall on a sunny day

Its a ray of light

When one feels no hope

Its like the

Noonday sun's brilliant brightness that restores wholesomeness

when one feels empty inside

Its gives one thaaat

That feel good feeling

One gets from the spirit of

Sol Plaatjie

(Solomon Tshekisho Plaatje (9 October 1876 – 19 June 1932) was a South African intellectual, journalist, linguist, politician, translator and writer.)


And that FACE


The perfect painting of your delightful heart

That Face

The perfect sculpture of your spirit of ubuntu

That Face

Its like the SUN,



All the luminaries combined

Pure delight to the SOUL

Its complete!

Complete as God's vision of Creation

Recorded in Genesis





I love this speech so much

I'm energized

I'm running to the river

And jumping


Jumping in my full regalia

Right NOW!!!

Ha ha ha!!!

Its sunshine love

Butterfly kisses

And the most brilliant rainbow in the sky!!!

The spirit it carries is unlike anything

I've ever experienced

I'm dancing to it

And singing one of Tina Turner's songs

You don't wanna see the dance

Its Lady Liberty fire fire fire Dance

Its va va voom

Fire fire

Passion Dance

(Big Smile)



Every human being must read this rhythmic speech

Inspiration at its best

It gives me the blessed feeling of

Dr King

It gives me the heart of grandpa Walter Sisulu

It gives me the spirit of my fav best friends

Grandpa Oliver and grandpa Mandela

Ha ha ha!!!

Its just thaaaaat fabulous!!!

Pure Delight


I love the family portrait too!

Princess Kate I have to show you how to pose in that gorgeous yellow dress

I love yellow

You look like a fairy princess.

It be dancy poses!!! :-)

Ohhh the little Prince is just super cool!

He's the star of the show.

A little song and a story for you Prince George and for children everywhere.


"Owaqal' esemncinane

Ukumthand' uThixo wakhe

Uyavuya yena."


In the aquarian gospel we are told that the grandparents of child Jesus, made a feast in honor of the child.


"Joachim(grandpa) said, My son, today you pass the seventh milestone of your way of life, for you are seven years of age, and we will give to you, as a remembrance of this day, whatever you desire; choose that which will afford you most delight.


And Jesus said, I do not want a gift, for I am satisfied. If I could make a multitude of children glad upon this day I would be greatly pleased.


Now there are many hungry boys and girls in Nazareth who would be pleased to eat with us this feast and share with us the pleasures of this day.


The richest gift that you can give to me is your permission to go out and find these needy ones and bring them here that they may feast with us.


Joachin said, Tis well; go out and find the needy boys and girls and bring them here; we will prepare enough for all.


And Jesus did not wait; he ran; he entered every dingy hut and cabin and town; he did not waste his words; he told his mission everywhere.


And in a little time one hundred and three-score of happy, ragged boys and girls were following him up Marmion Way.


The guests made way; the banquet hall was filled with Jesus' guests, and Jesus and his mother helped to serve.


And there was food enough for all, and all were glad; and so the birthday gift of Jesus was a crown of righteousness."


This story of child Jesus reminds me of you Prince Will.


"Prince William has spent a night sleeping rough to understand the plight of the homeless at Christmas.


He stayed out in temperatures as low as minus 4c, lying in a central London alleyway surrounded by wheelie bins.


The Prince, patron of the charity Centrepoint, said he was trying to 'do his bit' to help the vulnerable."


Well a little birdie can relate to this a lot, too. The work I did with the homeless, exhibiting art amongst other things is a treasured gift I'll never forget. My most treasured gift ever! Its a real heart to heart connection! The homeless feel rejected all the time so when they have a friend who's not afraid to be seen with them, they feel the love. I wrote a tiny bit about it on my facebook page.


(St James But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty! Street kid? Some of my best friends are homeless people, pure love! 



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Too funny! Well I remember telling a journalist who came to interview me that some of my best best friends are the homeless. She was mortified! Ha ha ha!!! But its true! To this day, I can show you true love through my friends! I celebrated the very first Nelson Mandela International Day with them. We didn't even know that it was grandfather's day. We were just feeling jolly good, had our own church with me preaching. And we laughed and felt so elevated. It's one of the greatest days of my life. They gave me a new name in Afrikaans LIEFDE (love). God Bless my friends. Amen.



Okay Prince Will and Prince Harry you both look fabulous too in your suits.

You look like a male models who give a new meaning to formal wear!

Your suits fit perfectly well!

Cut to perfection!

We love it!


(Whispering to Prince Harry)


Did anyone see you after your football game?

You know someone is super cool when they look good in mud!

Ha ha ha

I love it!

I love it!

I love it


You reminded me of Amajita (brothers---blokes) in the township

They jump fences when they in a hurry

Going somewhere or

Coming from somewhere

I never thought in my wildest dreams that I'd read about a Prince jumping the Palace Fence!



So so delightful


"We are much more alike than we differ" Maya Angelou


You reminded me of Shanty Town by Anon.

The poem captures the spirit of shanty living!


High on the veld upon that plain

And far from streets and lights and cars

And bare of trees, and bare of grass

Jabavu sleeps beneath the stars


Jabavu sleeps.


The children cough.

The cold creeps up, the hard night cold,

The earth is tight within its grasp,

The highveld cold without soft rain,

Dry as the sand, rough as rasp.

The frost-rimmed night invades the shacks.

Through dusty ground,

Through freezing ground the night cold creeps.

In cotton blankets, rags and sacks

Beneath the stars Jabavu sleeps.


One day Jabavu will awake

To greet a new and shining day;

The sound of coughing will become

The children's laughter as they play

In parks with flowers where no dust swirls

In strong- walled homes with warmth and light.

But tonight Jabavu sleeps.

Jabavu sleeps.

The stars are bright


"There are few misfortunes in this world that you cannot turn into a personal triumph if you have the iron will and necessary skill."

Grandpa Mandela


May the grace of God be within us forever more.