My name is Giovanni Ryno Mally born in Manenberg the youngest of four siblings I was raised by my mom. Dad had his own thing going. He was a gang member of high rank in the number gang.
I first heard Sarah's theology of ‘The Beautiful Withness’ earlier this summer. A week later, fascist riots broke out across my nation. My immediate thought was, “Here we go” bracing as if for physical impact, though miles away from the violence at the time.
My name is Vincynthia and I come from Atlantis in the Western Cape of South Africa. I now live in Manenberg with my five children and husband. Looking back over past memories of what was, I get a glimpse of experiencing a withness that I later in life named uMoya – meaning wind or spirit in Xhosa and Zulu.
We were mid worship set when the electricity ran out. The guest worship leader didn’t miss a beat, we just switched to a cappella and kept going. Us. Our unlikely community from so many different walks of life, singing as one, full of joy and gratitude.
For eleven months after my mother was diagnosed with cancer, I believed for her healing. I prayed, I declared, I prophesied. We travelled the world to places where people were healed, either supernaturally or through medical intervention. We recorded her test results, harrowing as they were, so that one day, when she was healed, we’d have proof that she was ever sick at all.