Dear Priscilla Chigumba, I Am So Sorry!

Priscilla, I come to you today with an embrace of love. You have been insulted, castigated, accused, dehumanised ... a lot of all ills have been said about you. I bring calm to your spirit and self.


As a young lady aspiring to lead nations and already leading millions of girls in the world, I am sorry my sister and mother for all the bad channeled towards you in the recent past.

By Angela Machona
Forgive us all, forgive us for not understanding that you sailed the treacherous, patriarchal ship of politics that crowds out women and shuts their voices with brutal stereotypes of weakness. Yet you sailed with grace.

Forgive us for pointing fingers at you for not delivering what we deemed was a simple articulation yet increasingly a complex picture. Forgive us.
Dear Priscilla Chigumba, I Am So Sorry!
You were given that role because you were strong enough to stand firm in it.
I raise you today higher than each act that demeaned you, I applaud you today for just showing up, others bowed out.

I forget the flaws in the system, you obviously would not have solved them already in your tenure.

Where there is pain, there is also love.

Where there is sorrow, there is also hope. Where there is darkness, there is always light.

On behalf of a critical mass of progressive cadres pushing for girls and young women to lead, I ask that you don’t back down and crush, but you remain in the spaces of power to straighten the crooked.

You saw the gaps, use your strength to fill them, challenge the bad and move on with courage. Courage is like a muscle. You must strengthen it by use

Again forgive us big sister for mocking your appearance, it counts for nothing compared to what you were facing a few days ago.
Remain steadfast, remain firm but soft – It’s the hard things that break; soft things don’t break…do not be pushed into become something hard in order not to break; because it’s the soft things that can’t break! A hard tree can endure a lot, but when a strong wind blows, it cracks and falls over, a strong wind is passing, remain rooted in the moisture of gentleness, of softness. this too will pass.

There is a place in hell for women who hate and hurt each other. I spray love to you today. As we heal as as nation, I pray you heal even in your spirit. You are beautiful noone can take that from you.

Much Love!

This was first published here at Angie Touchie’s Blog


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