Good news for South Africans. ๐ฟ๐ฆ
You do not need to own a motorcycle to qualify for a scooter delivery job.
RTT has partnered with Honda Motorcycles to offer a 3-year rent-to-own programme at a cost of just R350 per week.
The next step is for South Africans to acquire their motorcycle licences so they can take advantage of these employment opportunities. ๐ฟ๐ฆ๐๏ธโ๐ฝ
We are behind you all over the world, all four continent. They world is watching.
AS SOUTH AFRICANS OUR ANCESTOR ARE NOT SLEEPING....
VIVA RAINBOW NATION.
WE WILL PROSPERS ONE DAY AND SAVE OUR COUNTRY FOR OUR CHILDREN
SIYABONGA, RALEBOHA, WE THANK YOU, DANKIE ... MRS JOCINTA...๐๐๐๐ฟ๐ฆ
Those who were asking about our T-shirtsโฆ (Zizhippo and crew)
It was made in memory of those who have lost their lives due to illegal immigrants in our country, killed for running a Spaza shop by foreigners running Spaza shops under the pretence of beingโrefugeesโ, killed by food from their Tuckshops, Killed while touring the country and investing in the economy, as well as killed by Zama Zamaโsโฆ they are not our โfundersโ as you claim, we know all you desperately want to find fault and our so called funders!! May their souls RIP ๐๐ปโค๏ธ๐ฏ๏ธ
While it is our constitutional right to protest, we equally recognize that there are forces who seek to exploit these moments to advance their own agendas.
I call on everyone marching tomorrow to act lawfully and keep to the message.
THE LAND BETWEEN VRYHEID AND MELMOTH:โโโโโโโโโโโ
People will tell you the wealth of South Africa is in Johannesburg. In the Rand. In the Witwatersrand. They are not telling you about what is sitting quietly in the hills between Vryheid and Melmoth.
There is a gold and uranium belt stretching across this landscape, from Denny Dalton through the White uMfolozi Inlier, through uMhlatuze, through iNkandla, that has barely been touched.
The conglomerate rock in those hills carries gold that was washed down by ancient rivers into a sea so old that no human tongue has a word for its age, then locked inside stone and left there, waiting. Tens of millions of tons of uranium ore sit in that ground, and most South Africans have never even heard the name of the place.
In 1893 a man named Denny came, valued that reef, and announced it was worth over sixteen million pounds. There was a gold rush that history barely remembers. Then it went quiet. The fortune seekers left. And the gold stayed exactly where it always was, sitting in hills that look empty to those who do not know how to look.
Not far from there is Dinganeโs Kraal. Holy ground. Sacred and untouched in a way that goes beyond history. Kings do not choose ground by accident. Ancient people, people who were still connected to the earth in ways we have since forgotten, always built their most sacred places on ground that carried something.
And this entire corridor, from Denny Dalton stretching toward Dinganeโs Kraal and beyond toward Melmoth and Ndundulu, carries something the soul recognises before the mind does.
The air is the first sign. That lightness you notice when you breathe there, that cleanness that feels unlike anything in the cities or even in most of the countryside, is being produced by what is underneath you.
Beneath those quiet hills lie ancient ocean floors, the remains of volcanoes that went silent before memory began, and locked inside the limestone rock of that area are the fossilised remains of the very first living things that ever breathed on this earth. The first breath ever drawn on this planet was drawn in a place connected to this ground.
The gold, the uranium, the ancient iron formations, the organic matter compressed into stone across ages no calendar can measure, all of it creates an energy that most land simply does not carry. You feel it in the air because the air is carrying it up from the earth beneath you. This ground is not sleeping. It is ancient and it is awake, and it has been holding its secrets with a patience that puts all of human history to shame.
Most people will drive through and see hills and grass. They will see a quiet road between two towns they do not think about.๐๐ซถ๐ฝ
Every atom in you came from a star that died before Earth was born. Your mother carried that stardust for nine months and gave it shape. The day she let go wasnโt your birthday, it was your Earth Day. The day stardust opened its eyes and called itself by your name. ๐ซถ๐ฝ
Law enforcement has started arresting employers who employ illegal immigrants. This business owner couldn't believe she was being put at the back of the van