The Heart of Zolahz
“For years, I watched women move through life — capable yet disconnected from their softness, brilliant yet unsure of their worth. And I realized something important: it wasn’t the woman who was broken, per se. It was her soul that was shattered, and the environment she had been shaped by.”
Zolahz was created to be the healthy environment so many women never had — a space filled with love, support, positive role models, healthy boundaries, and gentle structure. A space where a woman’s inner child can finally feel safe enough to come forward again. Because when she feels safe, she softens. When she softens, she heals. And when she heals, her feminine side begins to glow in ways she never thought possible.
“Zolahz is more than a community — it’s a part of a much bigger God‑centered vision I received on August 8, 2017. This is an intentional community built with not only expert knowledge, but God’s love at the center, created to bring meaningful impact into the lives of every woman who enters.”
Personal Note From Our Founder
I was raised by a community — thankfully for me, I had a huge family. My mother was the first child, and she had seven sisters and five brothers. When she passed away at just twenty‑six, I was only four years old. At that age, I couldn’t fully understand what had happened, and rightfully so. My mother and father had three children — two boys and myself, the last born.
After her passing, my father, my aunts on both sides, and my grandfather all wanted to raise me. Eventually, I went to live with my grandfather — and in my heart, I know that was the best thing that could have happened. He felt the loss of my mother deeply, and because I looked exactly like her, he poured the love he had for her and the love he had for me as his granddaughter into me. I call it double love.
My father visited often, and we built a bond — but he, too, passed away when I was thirteen. You might be thinking, How does someone survive losing both parents — and that’s a fair question. It’s a pain I wouldn’t wish on anyone.
But the silver lining of my story began at thirteen. After my father died, I was in my room one day, crying my eyes out. My grandfather walked in, saw me, and with tears rolling down his own face, he looked me in the eyes and said, “I will do everything in my power to make sure you never feel like an orphan — not even for a single day.” I knew he meant it. And he kept his word.
He also told me something that changed my life: that because I had become an orphan, God was now my father and my mother — so technically, I had three parents: God and him. That moment awakened a deep curiosity in me. I wanted to understand this God who fathers and mothers orphans.
I had always known of God — I grew up going to church every Sunday and attending Sunday School. And truthfully, I loved it. I would dress up like a princess in my long, flowy dresses with beautiful hairstyles. Those Sundays were more than routine; they were the earliest seeds of my relationship with God, planted long before I understood how much I would rely on Him.
Growing up with the knowledge that God was present and always with me, coupled with the love and care of my family, I came to understand how fortunate I truly was. I used to feel guilty that I didn’t even remember I was an orphan most days. My childhood was intentional — I had the chance to be a child, protected, cared for, and loved. When I think about my childhood, I remember safety and the freedom to simply be. I know many people, even those with both parents, who weren’t that fortunate. I don’t take it for granted.
Of course, my life hasn’t been perfect. I’ve had struggles, especially during the “discover myself” stage, when I wanted to understand life on my own terms. I was taught to have my own mind and not be afraid to walk my own path — and the curious girl in me did exactly that. Some choices led to not‑so‑good experiences, but those experiences made me appreciate my upbringing even more.
Because of the foundation embedded in my soul — the mindsets my grandfather gave me, the communal environment I grew up in, and my relationship with God — I’ve been able to stay grounded in who I am and who I am becoming, no matter where life takes me or what challenges come my way.
I live my life from a place of gratitude, intentionality, joy, and love (98% of the time — the other 2% is reserved for the moments when I’m down or feeling defeated and the devil thinks he’s winning… and then God shows up and shows out, and together we pull a UNO reverse).
And now, as an adult, I understand something my younger self couldn’t yet grasp: every piece of my story was shaping me for purpose. The love that raised me, the losses that refined me, the faith that carried me — they all formed the woman I am today. I am not defined by what I lost, but by what God restored, multiplied, and entrusted to me.
Sadly, my grandfather also passed away seven years ago. Now, I am left with only God as my mother and father. I carry my grandfather’s words and his big, beautiful heart, my family’s love, and God’s presence with me everywhere I go. They are the foundation beneath my feet and the compass that guides me forward.
I am no stranger to loss. When I tell you that I live my life from a place of gratitude, maybe you understand it now. Losing people you love brings a kind of gratitude that powers your entire life. I owe it to my parents — all three that I have lost — and to God, who is still with me, to not only live life but to live in my purpose.
Zolahz is more than a brand. It is a movement of love and gratitude. A God‑centered vision, a home for women who crave safety, softness, growth, and belonging. If you feel led or deeply connected to this vision, welcome — I’ll meet you at the doorway of our community.
~ Tesha 🩷