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Katlego Prudence Sekwati, Pretoria (2025)

26/06/2025

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26/06/2025

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26/06/2025

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26/06/2025

Diary Of A Young Widow

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I still remember it perfectly well: it was a Saturday morning, and we both had the day off. I woke up early to do laundry because we had planned to spend the entire day with my friend’s family. I needed to finish the laundry before heading to my friend’s home. While I was doing this, I enjoyed a cup of coffee in the lounge and checked my emails. I spent about two and a half hours there.

As I was going through my emails, I decided to spoil my husband by making him breakfast in bed. I’m not usually very romantic, but I wanted to make him happy. I went all out and prepared his favorite breakfast, then took it to our bedroom. When I entered, I saw he was still deeply asleep. I called out to him and placed the food on the coffee table, then went back to the kitchen to grab a spoon.

When I returned to the bedroom, my husband hadn’t moved an inch; he was still in the same position. I called him again, saying “Honey, honey,” but he didn’t respond. I then called his name loudly while touching him, but still, he didn’t react. I noticed his body felt unusually warm. Panic set in as I called out to him again, but there was no response.

I quickly checked for a pulse; there was none. I leaned down to his mouth to listen for breathing, and I couldn’t hear anything. I was filled with fear and began to cry quietly, not wanting to wake and scare our children. I rushed to the kitchen to grab my phone. I was so frightened that I acted quickly. I called an emergency medical service and reached out to two of my friends, who are also doctors.

As a doctor who had dealt with many deceased patients, I knew in my heart that my husband was gone, but I was in denial. I didn’t want to accept the truth. When the ambulance arrived, the medics quickly declared my husband dead. I urged them to try hard to revive him, but despite their efforts, he didn’t wake up. They covered him with a white sheet, and I uncovered him, waiting desperately for my friends to help save him. When my friends arrived, they confirmed what I feared most: he had passed away. To me, it felt like a nightmare from which I couldn’t wake. In my heart, I believed he was just sleeping and would soon awaken. But the harsh reality was that he was gone, and I had to start preparing for his funeral.

My life was turned upside down. I had no family to lean on, and my husband’s family didn’t want to communicate with me. I felt I had no choice but to inform them of his passing.

I called his parents and siblings, but no one answered. I then took my husband’s phone and called his dad. I struggled to find the words to speak to him. Finally, I mustered the strength to say, “Se ke tlogo go le botṣ̌a sona se tlo le roba pelo papa,” which means, "Papa, what I’m about to tell you will break your heart. (Tonny o re sheile mesong ya lehono),” which translates to, “Tonny passed away this morning.” After saying that, I broke down and cried out loud.

To be continued....

26/06/2025

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21/06/2025

When a man or woman loves you. You'll feel it deep within...🍓❤️

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20/06/2025

Diary Of A Young Widow

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So, my in-laws believed her over me and started treating me like I didn’t exist. This behavior hurt my husband deeply. As a result, he decided that we must stop visiting his family since they always said painful things when I was around. He suggested that if they wanted to see him, they should visit our home instead. They were more than welcome to come to our house. So, it became just me and my husband until we were blessed with three beautiful children: two boys and a girl.

I don’t want to believe that my in-laws treated me badly because of my aunt. To me, it seems like they never truly wanted me. Some parents do not approve of their son’s choice of wife, and it feels like they used what my aunt told them to justify treating me poorly. The truth is, they might have thought I wasn’t good enough to be their son’s wife.

Let me take you through the pain of not having parents, of not having someone to guide you, especially when you are a new mom. However, through my husband, I managed to care for my babies, and they grew up healthy and beautiful. I remember crying with my first child when he cried. At times, I would cry so much that I ended up with a headache. But I am grateful for the career I chose because it taught me a lot. I was able to raise my kids with only my husband’s support.

My children never visited their grandparents since it was clear they wanted nothing to do with them. As their mother, I couldn’t accept that. I would never allow them to visit people who don’t want or love me. I believe that if you hate me, it means you also hate my children. It’s impossible to hate a mother and love her kids.

Life was manageable until my husband unexpectedly passed away in front of me. He died and left me alone with the children. I pray and beg God to spare me so that I can take care of my kids until they are old enough to care for themselves.

The trauma and ill-treatment that I received I will never heal from it. I ended up burning my husband with my children,friends and our colleagues....

To be continued…

19/06/2025

When two hearts meet❤️🔥

18/06/2025

Dairy Of A Young Widow

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I know I was struggling but I ensured I focused on my books. I used to sleep with an empty stomach, but I never stopped reading my books. I went out there to assist students that were struggling with subjects, and their parents would pay me. I used that money to buy food since it was difficult for me to eat at home and I was tired of begging for food since they came with painful words that would stick in my head for days.

I focused on my studies until I passed matric with flying colors. I was the top student in my school and the entire district and that had helped me to get bursaries to further my studies since no one was willing to fund my education. I worked very hard in varsity as a medical student.

My varsity days were boring I can say since I had no friends but later a meet a caring and loving person by the name of Tonny. Tonny was humble and shy when I met him, he was like me. His focus was also on his studies. So, we started by being friends and later we decided to turn our friendship into something solid, a relationship. What I mean was that we were romantically involved.

Meeting Tonny had brought me so much happiness, he erased all the pain that I felt. The traumatic childhood wounds that I had, Tonny had covered them; he had healed them. In Tonny I had find a brother, sister, mother, father and a friend. He was my everything. I even forgot that I was the only child.

After completing our studies Tonny had officially made me his wife. He married me even though it was chaotic since my aunt didn’t want my husband to marry and she had turned my in-law against me. I used to have a mother-daughter and father-daughter relationship with my father and mother-in-law until my aunt had told them how evil I am and that I chose to abandon them after becoming a doctor and the truth is, after completing matric I never went to her again.

On holidays I used to go to my parents’ home since I was old enough to take care of myself. That woman never loved me and would do any anything to get rid of me so to protect myself I had to choose myself. That had brought pain to her evil heart, how can she expect me to set my foot at her home after I was treated like I was the one who was dead, not my parents.

To be continued ……..

17/06/2025

Always include those who consistently provide support and are present during difficult times in your prayers
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17/06/2025

Diary of A Young Widow

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My life was perfectly fine; I would say God had favored and blessed me with all that my heart desired. He answered all my prayers and ensured that my childhood dreams came true. I was blessed with a loving, caring, and respectful husband who loved me unconditionally and always protected me.

I was the happiest woman alive until the day my husband stopped breathing. After his death, my life changed completely.

Before I delve into my sorrow, let me introduce myself. My name is Elizabeth, but I go by Liza, the name my loving husband used to call me. I am the daughter of the late Piet and Angelina Nchabeleng. I am a beautiful Pedi woman raised by a caring family. However, God had other plans and took my parents while I was still in Grade 8, forcing me to go live with my aunt and her four children. It was hard at first since I was used to being the only child at home.

After my parents' passing, I had to adapt to sharing everything with my cousins. While they were happy to have me there, their mother found it challenging to accommodate me.

All she ever wanted was my parents' money, as I came from a wealthy family. She enjoyed my parents' wealth while mistreating me, treating me like an outsider. Though she is my father's sister, I cannot believe someone would treat her sibling’s child that way.

I wish God had spared my parents' lives until I was old enough to live on my own. My parents had money, but I never had the chance to enjoy it; instead, their wealth was spent on my cousins. They wore expensive clothes while I was left with just two pairs of jeans and three torn T-shirts. My aunt didn’t care. All she wanted was for me to suffer, hoping it would affect my schoolwork and lead me to fail like her own children.

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