Komplitcare Medical Clinic

17/06/2026

Major general defense defense under leadership of Mistress Motahgwq... Holomisa I want my money I want Singita money.. You know where to vomit it.. Can that lady protect you he name is Angie xem she is an angel poor things

Pastor Gee
Dr

17/06/2026

What I gained from Holomisa.... We cry we complain we forget the blessing...

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17/06/2026

Don't Give Up – God Has the Final Say

Scripture: Psalm 27:10

"Though my father and mother forsake me, the Lord will receive me."

In December 2024, my son Singita was preparing to write his matric examinations. Like many young people, he had dreams. He wanted to study engineering, but the fees were approximately R220,000.

As a mother, I was worried. I knew I could not raise that amount on my own. After much thought, I encouraged him to contact his father.

Before he did, Singita said something that broke my heart. He told me he did not want to be hurt again.

Nevertheless, he made the call.

The response was painful. He was told, "I don't know you. I have never met you. Don't ever call me again."

For a young man preparing for matric, those words could have destroyed his confidence. Rejection from a parent cuts deeply.

But while I was worrying, crying, and wondering where R220,000 would come from, God was already working behind the scenes.

I began to pray day and night. I attended prayer meetings. I went to PUSH Prayer – Pray Until Something Happens. When people closed doors, I took my problem to God.

I remember telling my son, "If your father says no, then we are taking this matter to God."

I took Singita to Pastor David Uche in Randburg, a place where I had experienced many breakthroughs before. We prayed. We trusted God. We refused to give up.

And then God moved.

The same God who fed Elijah, opened the Red Sea, and raised Lazarus from the dead made a way where there seemed to be no way.

The provision came through the Motsepe Foundation. The exact amount needed for his studies became available.

What I did not know was that while I was praying, God was preparing the answer.

The lesson I learned is simple:

People may reject you, but God will not.

People may close doors, but God can open doors no man can shut.

People may say no, but God always has the final say.

If you are facing rejection today, do not give up.

If your situation looks impossible, do not give up.

If the people you expected to help you have walked away, do not give up.

Keep praying.
Keep believing.
Keep trusting.

Because God is still working even when you cannot see it.

The God we serve specializes in impossible situations.

Jesus never fails.

17/06/2026

16/06/2026

My life with Bantu Holomisa.. Turned my life around..instead or crying morning complaining frowing of what my child could not get. I turned my losses into Givin

Giving what my son would not get? Allover Soweto people received food medical equipment baby food purtiy baby food that Holomisa denied me. Mr Holomisa Apologies you are wicked wicked I am. Praying Jesus finds and u receive deliverance

Come t Jesus is not late

I worked extremely hard for your son to forgive you and now you are turning my sine against me

Turning pain into purpose

16/06/2026

This reads like part of your memoir where you describe how, after years of pain, you chose to rebuild your life and serve others despite what happened.

At some point, I decided to grow up and move forward. I thought I had already done so, but I realised there were still wounds that needed healing.

I refused to allow the Holomisa experience to determine my destiny. I founded a new medical practice and poured my energy into building something meaningful. One of my greatest goals was to help people who were facing the same struggles that my son and I had once faced.

God opened many doors. Looking back, I often think of James 1, which teaches that those who persevere through trials will receive a crown of life. The journey had not been easy, but God had not abandoned me.

As I worked within the community, I began to notice where people lacked support. I recognised many of the same needs that my son and I had experienced years before. I remembered the days when I struggled to provide basic necessities, when every small act of kindness made a difference.

I started collecting donations wherever I could find them. I approached companies and organisations, asking for baby goods, clothing, food, and anything that could help struggling families. Sometimes so many items were donated that they could not even fit into my office. I would take them home and distribute them little by little to those in need.

Through these experiences, I realised that every battle has a purpose. Every hardship carries a lesson. God had allowed me to walk through certain valleys so that I could understand the pain of others and be a blessing to them.

Over time, God blessed me beyond what I could have imagined. I was able to buy three brand-new cars. My practice grew. Opportunities increased. The same God who had carried me through darkness was now allowing me to experience His favour.

Yet one struggle remained.

The pain from the Holomisa experience did not disappear overnight. The anger lingered. The bitterness lingered. I prayed and prayed, asking God to remove it, but healing was a process. Even as my life improved, there were still scars that needed God's touch.

Nevertheless, life became better. God continued to bless me, guide me, and remind me that my future would not be defined by my past.

Along the way, I learned three important rules:

Rule 1: Give.
Even when you have little, find a way to help someone else.

Rule 2: Grow.
Never allow pain, rejection, or disappointment to stop your personal growth.

Rule 3: Forgive.
Forgiveness is not saying what happened was right. It is choosing not to allow the past to control your future.

These principles became part of my journey and helped shape the woman, mother, doctor, and servant of God that I am today.

16/06/2026

These newspaper articles and photographs tell an important part of your story. They show that even while you were facing personal struggles, you were already making a difference in your community.

From the images, I can see:

A community award recognizing your service and involvement.

Newspaper articles where you were educating women about pregnancy and maternal health.

Public awareness campaigns addressing teenage pregnancy.

Parenting and child-care education through media appearances.

Community workshops for fathers on their role in raising children.

Evidence that your work extended far beyond your own circumstances.

This could fit into your memoir as follows:

One of the greatest ironies of my life is that while I was struggling to raise my own child, I was spending my days helping other families raise theirs.

Many people only know the story of my struggles. What they do not know is that during those same years, I was deeply involved in community health education, pregnancy counselling, parenting programmes, and public awareness campaigns.

Newspapers carried stories about my work. I was interviewed about pregnancy planning, teenage pregnancy prevention, maternal health, and parenting. I received recognition for community involvement and service.

Looking back now, I sometimes smile at the contradiction.

Here I was, a single mother carrying enormous burdens, yet every day I woke up and encouraged other women not to give up. I taught mothers how to care for their children. I encouraged fathers to become involved in their children's lives. I educated young people about responsible choices and healthy pregnancies.

Perhaps God was preparing me through my own pain.

The rejection I experienced taught me compassion.

The loneliness I experienced taught me empathy.

The struggles I experienced taught me how to listen to the struggles of others.

Many people saw the awards, the newspaper articles, the television appearances, and the public recognition. What they did not see were the nights of prayer, the financial pressures, the fear, and the tears behind the scenes.

Yet through it all, God remained faithful.

Every article, every interview, every community programme became proof that my circumstances did not define me. While others may have expected me to be defeated, God was building something greater.

My story was never just about survival.

It was about service.

It was about taking my pain and turning it into purpose.

It was about ensuring that other mothers, fathers, and children would receive the support, education, and encouragement that I desperately needed during my own journey.

And that, more than any award, remains my greatest achievement.This chapter creates a powerful contrast: while you were carrying your own burdens, you were simultaneously serving thousands of others through medicine, education, and community outreach.

16/06/2026

Singita David Holomisa Ngobeni holding an empty milk bottle but his name is David the comquer

15/06/2026

My life with Bantu Holomisa.

Unforgettable

After about 3 months my first ex boyfriend Moses bought Singita this beautiful outfit.... Was extremely excited... He knew That I was putting my life. Now the bigesst present my ex-husband Eric Mabuza came t give me 5000 rand for what ever I needed for t child. I was amazed. Not his child but because h heard that I was going thru trouble.. He came thru

Dr Gabaza