“MEC DIEKETSENG MASHEGO: THE HEARTBEAT OF LIMPOPO’S HEALTH REVOLUTION — WHERE POLICY MEETS PRAYER, AND BABIES BECOME OUR NATIONAL ANTHEM”
- Mpho Dube
- 4 days ago
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Health MEC Dieketseng Mashego cradling newborns like they were her own, whispering blessings into tiny ears, and handing out baby bundles like they were sacred offerings.
By Mpho Dube — Editor-in-Chief, The Azanian
Truth. Fearless. Unfiltered.
Jane Furse, Limpopo — On the crisp, hopeful morning of January 1st, 2026, Limpopo’s Health MEC Dieketseng Mashego didn’t just step into Jane Furse Hospital — she baptized it with grace, grit, and genuine love.
No script. No spin. Just her arms open, eyes wet with emotion, cradling newborns like they were her own, whispering blessings into tiny ears, and handing out baby bundles like they were sacred offerings.
She didn’t come to pose, she came to protect. To remind every mother, every nurse, every community elder: this is not just healthcare this is humanity. “Every baby born here is a victory,” Mashego declared, voice steady but trembling with emotion. “And we will not let one of them fall through the cracks.”
Mayor Merah Mahlase and Speaker Chego Kgwediebotse stood beside her not as politicians, but as witnesses to something bigger than politics. Hospital CEO Dr. Sipho Nkomo smiled through tears because this was the leadership they’ve been waiting for: humble, hands-on, heart-first.
Mashego didn’t just hand out diapers, she handed out dignity. She didn’t just promote breastfeeding, she preached it like gospel: “It’s not a trend. It’s science. It’s survival. It’s love in liquid form. And we will defend it fiercely.”
This wasn’t a photo op. It was a pledge. A promise that Limpopo’s health system under her stewardship will be measured not in budgets, but in babies saved. Not in reports, but in real, breathing, cooing lives.
As the sun rose over Sekhukhune, painting the hospital corridors gold, the room echoed not with politics but with lullabies, laughter, and the soft rustle of new life.
Because while the world talks about change… here, in Jane Furse, change is being held gently, firmly, lovingly by the woman who refuses to let her province be left behind.
