BOOK REVIEW (15 Invaluable Laws of Growth – John C. Maxwell)

This is by far the best self-help book I’ve ever read!

This brilliant author teaches how to reach your full potential in various frontiers of life through a list of 15 self assessment guidelines and principles

To reach your potential, you must grow and to grow you must be highly intentional about it_John C. Maxwell


Is Love a Feeling or a Decision? (By: Guest Writer)

In today’s culture the only emphasis on love is about feelings, all our movies, TV shows or books
depicts that love should be this all consuming and overwhelming kind of emotion and when you have it
that means that you are with the right person, but if you don’t have it or it goes away you are with the
wrong person.

My question is; how do feelings tie in with decision making?

Do not get me wrong feelings are amazing, you need romance; you need to feel love, because when it
happens you are not in control of your feelings. It develop unexpectedly and that’s what I thought.

Recently, I had a very interesting conversation with an individual who after so many years dropped a
bomb on me when he revealed to me how he has blocked possible feelings he had for me because of
what he was going through and his mindset at that specific period in time. And today he feels like he is officially ready to settle down and get married.
Basically what this means is that he made a decision not to tickle those feelings that he had for me.

This actually made me think if it’s possible that one can decide on when to love someone or when not
to love, can it be a decision or is it just a feeling that is unavoidable?

Is love actually a decision we
make as human beings?

What is love at first sight? Because when its love at first sight it unavoidable. You get glue to this
individual without you realising and without any decision, but here is this guy telling me he is willing
to love me better now because be is emotional ready . Although, he was open enough to give
respectable reasons to why he didn’t pursuit what he felt for me I just felt he actually didn’t love me
like he said he did and it was just simply lust ,but a topic for another day.

Well, this is was an eye opener because I realised that I can’t base my love merely on feelings because
feelings do change.

The decision comes in where you have to make a choice to continue loving this person.

And if you ask me; love is indeed a choice and not a feeling.

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On the 28th of August 2018 this beautiful angel became subject to yet another one of this world’s horrific and diabolical ways. Her only fault was of course existing in a cruel and inhuman era, but how could she have possibly known this, at only 9-years of age.

Yet we all know in our hearts that even at this prime and pure age she too had dreams and aspirations of becoming somethingt

Perhaps a teacher, or a doctor, maybe a lawyer or a scientist, but only God knows now, because her parents, relatives, friends and even society will never live to see these days.

We will never know her pass her 9 years because the joy of her next birthday and her right to live has been snatched away with the blink of an eye.

The Nation’s hopes and prayers of her return just shortly after being reported missing all in vain. What remains now is a dark and heavy cloud of what if’s and why’s.

And for her parents, as we can all imagine, the world has stopped.

What is most unimaginable is her sweet and scared little voice as she cried and fought for dear life and no one could hear her. No one could save her.

No child deserves to be agonized in this or any other manner and no parent deserves this kind of grief.

They say that joy comes in the morning but how much so when such great sorrow has befallen this little girl’s family.

We were never safe and now, our children too aren’t safe.

Some seek justice, but what is justice and how does it fill the emptiness, the anger, the regret. How does it make up for the loss of a guiltless 9-year old?

While we seek for answers, solutions and remedies, rest in peace sweet face, rest in calm and eternal peace

(Cheryl is a 9-year-old Namibian girl who’s body parts were recently found mutilated in a river-bed in Windhoek’s Khomasdal settlement.)







Have you ever felt stuck in one place, despite all your efforts towards growth and progress in various aspects of your life? Or you could just be having a hard time achieving your goals and feel depressed and crestfallen because nothing seems to work in your favor.

Stagnancy is characterized the by lack of development, advancement, or progressive movement and for the average youth struggling to juggle studies and a social life it could be quite daunting.

This is mostly because as young people, we often find ourselves caught up in a spiral of comparison; we constantly compare ourselves to our peers and think because someone else is doing great, we are slacking. Social media could be to blame but I want to place emphasis on mindset.

Well, the truth is, in your early and mid 20’s no one really expects you to have life figured out just yet, so perhaps you are too hard on yourself. It is imperative, however, to have the right mindset in order to advance in life.

I’ve gathered a few pointers that have helped me overcome my fear of stagnance. Have a positive mindset even when times are tough. The infamous law of attraction boldly states that; by focusing on positive thoughts, one can bring positive experiences into their life.

If you are uncertain about your future and find yourself doubting your capabilities, go out there and do things that will help you achieve your goals, seek inspiration.

Also, practice and master your craft, whatever it may be because success is a result of relentless execution and doesn’t happen overnight.

Quit comparing yourself to others, you will not progress by trying to be like the next person, find your purpose, cherish and nurture it.

The world doesn’t owe you anything, the sooner you realize this, the better and remember that no situation is permanent, trust in the process of growth and learn from it because it’s bound to make you strong.


Twahafa Neshuku


As a child, I disliked the fact that I was the only one among my peers who didn’t have what striked me as a “nice” name. By “nice”, I’m referring to a western name, which was so common amongst fellow black kids around me. Mind you; all three of my names including my last name are Oshiwambo. I spent most of my time lamenting about how my parents had failed me and as you could imagine, gave myself all sorts of nicknames with hopes that they would stick and everyone would just forget about my real name but, alas!.

Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t actually hate any of my names,  in fact  I knew very well what they meant and why they were given to me. The undeniably wayward child which I was just somewhat felt very much deserving of a western name. I can vividly recall how in Primary School some of my teachers struggled to pronounce my name and would go with the closest thing sounding like it. “Don’t you have another name, dear” and my answer would always be a timid and hesitant “no”. Not to mention prize giving ceremonies where being called forward was just such a total dread.

As I grew older, I became rather nonchalant and reacted less to how people pronounced my name. I pretty much realised that I will never be anyone else but myself and this epiphany put me on a quest of self-discovery.

I’m glad that it only took puberty to fully grasp and accept the significance of my names and how much they defined me, something I never imagined would happen in my childhood. Just the other day, a class mate said to me that my name alone could be a brand and most people marvel at how meaningful and so deeply-rooted my names are. I love hearing that.

It is said that our traditional names a serve as mirrors to our beliefs and origin and I couldn’t agree more. I can now proudly say that my children will rejoice or suffer the same fate as I did because African names to me have so much value and origin.

Yours Sincerely

Twahafa Neshuku



STOP KILLING WOMENIf they’re not killing us, they’re shaming (exposing) us.

Our generation is undoubtedly a broken one. With news every day of young women being exposed or worse shot/hacked to death by men. Men they once loved and trusted as significant others. Two questions are at the back of my mind are; how can a human being transform love and admiration into so much anger and contempt and how do we as women erase the  anxiety and constant fear of being publicly ridiculed or worse murdered.

One thing is for certain, as women we live in an era of undisguised misogyny and if you ask me, we have taken enough responsibility, accepted enough double standards and just about had enough of anything questioning our existence and dignity.


I want to challenge all Namibian men today. I want them to think beyond revenge, however ultimate or compelling it may seem. I dare all men to deal with chauvinism, anger and accept disappointment because there’s no shame in that. I challenge you to walk away from a broken relationship because in so doing, the consequences are less fatal. I want to see public discussions and support groups being formed on  issues such as GBV and how to deal with betrayal and rejection, because it helps. If women can do it you can too.

For once, put your authority and testosterone to better use.

This plea goes beyond social justice; it’s about our actual lives, our rights and dignity for what it’s worth. Stop shaming and killing women.

Yours in agony

Twahafa Neshuku

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