I smàshed my mum’s friend. She was 55. I was 24.
She came to the house to see my mum. My mum had stepped out for the market and told her to wait. I let her in. Wrapper. Perfume. The same woman who used to correct my English when I was younger, now looking at me like I was grown and she was tired of pretending she hadn’t noticed.
She said the house was quiet. I said Mum would be back soon.
She didn’t sit far.
“You’ve filled out,” she said.
I should have gone to my room. I sat next to her. Her hand landed on my thigh like she was testing if I’d move it. I didn’t.
Gonale skolo se sengwe ko Soshanguve once wa tella mam, bao direla report ya December Ka April ebe bae beya.. onoya skolong the whole year ontse o faitse 😭😭😭😭
Life taught me that it’s okay to live life not knowing exactly what you doing but still getting up every morning to try and do something, along the way there’ll be moments where you do the right things. They’ll add up and in the end you’ll be further ahead, all bc you didn’t stop
Honestly, 30 is such a good age to start over. You know yourself better now, you’re less afraid to choose differently, and you finally understand what you actually want. 30 is not the deadline, babe. It’s just another beginning.
God heard you when you prayed. Even the prayer you whispered when you were too tired to explain everything. Nothing you've placed before Him has gone unnoticed. Keep trusting Him with what you cannot figure out yet.
Guys, this style of attending a funeral and chilling in your cars drinking alcohol while the service is ongoing, ayikho shap! Ladies also wearing things like you are going to clubs. It’s a funeral for God’s sake.
Some of the most intense crime and psychological series that came out on Netflix this year genuinely felt impossible to stop watching because every episode kept getting darker, more twisted, and more addictive.