As the army of Meghan, the Meghanites (as one of my Twitter followers called them) are insulting me and begging me to stop writing about their Queen, I can not stop because her Oprah car crush interview opened a pandora’s box that I can not close until all her evil is exposed.
I am not afraid of the Meghanites, I will not cap my pen for their sake. I thank God for those who have supported my pen thus far.
Now let me direct this to Meghan, because something tells me she’s reading my online diary from her secret chambers, especially my last essay narrating how she bullied Kate and made her cry, which has generated over 200 000 views so far, my most read blog post to date. On my Facebook page, the post has almost 10k reactions, almost 2k comments, and over 1k shares.
So dear Meghan, can I just say, listening to you tell Oprah that your 2018 royal wedding was a SPECTACLE, as you LIED that you had an intimate marriage ceremony in your back garden instead was like a kick to my face. You reminded me of the saying, “Do not bite the hand that feeds you.” As a matter of fact, the only reason you were granted that interview by Oprah was because of the wedding which you now shun, a wedding that cost the tax-payer, the people of Britain 35 million pounds.
You lack basic etiquette Meghan. You lack grace. You behave like the villains of Disney fairy tales. You do not understand what it means to be royal, or to SERVE your people, in this case your husband’s people. Royal weddings bring jubilation to the people. Royal weddings unite people. Royal weddings make people forget their troubles for just that one day.
Meghan, I want to take you through the journey of my LIFE during the month of your wedding.
When you first came into the royal family, I was one of the first people to be very excited that you were moving to England. I loved the diversity you brought to the British Monarchy. At the time of your wedding, believe it or not, I couldn’t wait for the wedding, because it was the only thing exciting to look forward to, besides the fact that I was heavily pregnant.
Your royal wedding gave me HOPE at a very dark time in my life. The night before your wedding, I posted on my Facebook, wishing you the best of luck, and couldn’t wait to see your dress. I sympathised with you, and could relate with you because I was also a divorcee when I met my husband, and I came from a very toxic family. On the day of your wedding, I played your wedding over and over, it was a ray of sunshine in my difficult life at that time.
Even though I was so disappointed with your dress, it was too white and did not fit, but because I liked you, I focused on the positives. I liked your natural makeup look, and praised you, because I wanted to be part of the people who blessed you, and wished you happiness, as we welcomed you into the Kingdom.
So Meghan, if you have a little bit of a heart, you will know how offensive your heartless words were to people like me, who were genuinely happy for you, people who derived hope through your wedding.
I watched your royal wedding with my 5 children, in a one bed Air BnB, where my 5 children slept in the living room on an air mattress, and my husband and I slept in a tiny bedroom, as I waited to deliver my baby, without a fixed home address, because the council had kicked me out for moving my husband into my house, when he was still applying for his citizenship. Because he wasn’t allowed to work and I wasn’t allowed to house him, basically he was supposed to stay in the streets, technically, but I begged the council to let me stay in the house till I gave birth at least. I was planning of asking money from my Father in Zimbabwe to cover the rent, but the council still kicked me out, when I was only weeks away from my due date. They wrote a letter to social services that my children be put in care as I was homeless.
Now you may wonder, why was I homeless whilst about to give birth? Well, the housing system can be rather unkind and unsympathetic to people like us. I am in no way a “benefit scrounger”, because I came to the UK at 17, and studied and qualified as a nurse, whilst I worked endless long shifts to survive. Sometimes I would work for 3-5 days in a row without going home. When I qualified as a nurse, I used to hold down two to three jobs, working nights and day shifts just to pay the mortgage. So I have worked and toiled, and paid my taxes in the UK. Somehow life was cruel to me, so I had to flee my matrimonial home to a women’s refuge with my young children, whilst there my ex-husband made sure the family home was repossessed to punish me. I became officially homeless, with a bad credit history, and that was the beginning of a very hard life in the UK when it came to housing. The system, when I was at my lowest chucked me into the street, just before I gave birth.
Well, you told Gayle King that you kept receipts of your “suffering” in the hands of the royal family, oh well, below are my receipts of my homelessness, heavily pregnant as well, during the month of your royal wedding. The funny thing is, this is not something I would have ever shared publicly, because Zimbabweans would have mocked and laughed at me senseless, saying I was CURSED, but since you came out to share your own ordeal, you are now their role model as they call you “Brave” and a “Survivor”, so surely I am justified to publicly display my “Bravery” too.
So dear Meghan, I know the above “receipts” prove a certain type of life struggle you have never had to walk. Lucky for me, with this pregnancy when I was homeless, I wasn’t a single mother going through divorce or custody battle, so I was not suicidal, my Husband kept me going and held my hand through it all.
But whilst you have the privilege to tell your life struggles on International TV and be hailed as a HERO and BRAVE, the life struggles of people like us are way too degrading and embarrassing to shout from roof tops like you did, so we become BRAVE and our own HERO’s by smiling through it all, and never saying a word, lest our fellow black sisters and brothers mock us even more, in fact my mother rejoiced that I was homeless, and prayed that my children be taken away from me and even given to my ex-husband.
Social services told me that if I do not house myself, the children would be removed, and I would give birth homeless. My greatest fear was for my mother’s curses to come true. So my husband stepped up, and through his communication skills, being very good at PR, Branding and Marketing, he would book us in luxury Air bnbs, and even convince the landlords to let us stay without paying, and would do branding , designing logos and giving marketing advice for their companies for free. And because he’s such a charmer, the landlords would just love him. I saw the brilliance in my KING, what a smart and gifted man he was. As a man of pride and honour, he told me not to ask my father for money, even though his hands were so tied by the system. I learnt from my husband, and helped him, using my talents to draw portraits, and somehow that paid for our accommodation, well at least for one month.
So Meghan, even though I worked in the UK as a nurse, and paid my taxes, I did not complain that I was kicked out of a house with 5 young children, weeks before giving birth. Even during that time, there was so much tears, but life was so beautiful, because my husband and I had each other, and we bonded so much. Even in our darkest moments, still England was the Promised Land to us, so much today we miss those good old days of living in air BnBs, as hard as it was, even our children miss those days, because life became an adventure they would later dub the “wilderness” were God taught them life lessons and fed them with manna from Heaven.
The wedding you called a spectacle for people like us gave me so much hope during the wilderness, that one day I too would have a house and everything would be okay. I played the royal rendition of “STAND BY ME” on repeat for days, telling myself that when the night has come, and the land is dark, when the moon is the only light we see, I would be afraid nor cry, as long as my husband stood by me. So for days I refused to cry, because of YOUR ROYAL wedding.
When I gave birth, my husband booked me my own Air BnB to bring the baby ‘home’ to, and he went back to the children in the one bed flat, and left me alone for the night, because he wanted me not to be crowded in a one bed apartment with 5 children and a new baby. I loved the little apartment so much, I set my camera up and did my thing with my new PRINCE. In that apartment, I had the most beautiful pictures to announce my baby to the world. No one ever knew I was homeless.
I so loved it in there, I begged my husband to allow me to stay another night, because that little apartment was what I needed as it was so calm and serene for me and the baby. But my husband told me, “no baby, I can’t afford it now, we are going back to the one bed flat.” I packed my things so sad, and took the “baby boy” balloon my daughter had bought me as my husband carried the baby. As I tried to get into the car, I lost hold of the ballon, and it went up to the sky. I couldn’t believe it, because the balloon meant so much to me, so I started to cry.
“It’s okay, don’t cry baby, let the balloon go. It’s your prayer to God okay. Our son will open doors for us, and we will get a house very soon. And listen baby, I promise you this, once I get my papers, I will own loads of houses in the UK.”
And my husband was so right, within 3 days, we were in our own rented house, with deposit and rent paid for. So Meghan, as you now suddenly identify with your black side, I am telling you all this, so you know what it feels like to be a black woman in the UK. But still, even with everything that happened to me here, I love my country so much, this is the only place I would rather be.
So you may wonder, that if I once admired you so much, and I derived hope from your wedding, what changed for me to become your biggest critic. It was the little but no so little things you did Meghan, like going to Africa and telling a TV reporter that “no one asked if you were okay.” You stood on African soil, the poorest continent in the world, and said, “No one checked on you”, whilst you had travelled with an entourage and a husband, and was surrounded by poor hungry black people who were worshipping you, I could not believe how ungrateful and wicked that was of you. I tried to understand why you chose Africa do that, but I couldn’t.
You came into a Kingdom which gave you global fame and fortune you were never going to ever taste in your life. We, the people of United Kingdom, welcomed you with open arms into our country, yet we did not know who you were before Harry, even though you claim you are the one who did not know who Harry was.
If you had any ounce of integrity left in you, you would apologise to the British people, for trying to destroy their Kingdom when all they did for you was pay for your dream wedding, which you turned round and claimed you never wanted it as it was a spectacle.
Like Vashiti, may the Lord God remove the crown from your head and give it to an Esther, for you are unworthy Meghan. May you be written in history as the woman you truly are, a fallen royal who was never grateful for a world many women can only dream of.
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