Mbali

South African Woman ~ wounded...

[Rendani (MBA - Wits) @Rendani666]

In Gqeberha, a nurse received an SMS saying SARS had auto-assessed her and a R9,840 refund was due to her. She had been waiting to fix her car to help travel for night shift.

R31,600 left her bank account later that day and real refund had never been released.

[Portia Moemedi @PortiaMoemedi]

Black people will forever be goated for “botsetsi”. There was a method to their mad man. May we continue what our ancestors started.

[Simon Baddeley @SimBadd18]

What on earth am I supposed to do with a QR code that is posted online or emailed me? Scan it with my second phone? Just share the link!

[Бианка @BiankaB12]

Piece of advice: if you are a parent, watch out what the Finns are doing and copy them. It's one of the few countries that pays closer attention to their youth. They observe, study, and adjust all the time!

For example, they are now gradually reversing their decade-long, tech-heavy education model to combat declining cognitive performance and severe classroom distractions. Schools are scaling back on devices in favor of printed textbooks, handwriting instruction, and pen-and-paper assignments.

[Softboy @softboywin]

you relax for 15 minutes after work and next thing you know it’s 10pm😭

[Tomi Rikhotso @TomiRikhotso]

Rolihlahla ke se hong hong?

[Phumzile Van Damme @zilevandamme]

Her name was Vanessa Van Rensburg, 36, a mother. She was allegedly beaten to death by her boyfriend, Rob Evans. A broken whisky bottle is believed to have been used to attack her. She was also strangled.

A woman is killed every three hours in South Africa, most often by a man she knows, in a country with among the highest rates of femicide in the world.

There is nowhere women in South Africa are safe, not in their homes, not in their relationships. This is a crime that needs to be declared a priority crime at crisis level.

RIP, Vanessa. 🕊️

[Joan @Itswambu1]

For the women !!💜💜💜💜💜💜

[Love Music @khnh80044]

Freddie is looking down and giving y'all a standing ovation. That's spectacular!😍💗
The most INSANE Bohemian Rhapsody Flashmob you will ever see!!
With 30 musicians and singers in the STREET of Paris 😍
Cre : Julien Cohen Pianist

[Mbali @MavuJoy]

🤣🤣🤣😭😭😭

[girlygirlll💅🏼 @pink_chellaaa]

me leaving bad reviews at my favorite bars around town so it’s less crowded

[Mbali @MavuJoy]

@ThembiMrototo dropping gems, love everything you said!!! As a mom to a matriculant you dropped solid advice and gems! Too often we throw our own regrets and fears over their lives!

[Ty Ngachira @anto_ty]

When Tyla said she is not Black but Coloured, she was not speaking into the American conversation about race at all. She was speaking in the language of her own country, shaped by its own history. Yet her words detonated in America as though they had been aimed there. This is what happens when a nation has spent a century convincing the world that its definitions are the only ones that matter.

America’s greatest export has never been war. It has never been democracy. It has never been freedom. America’s greatest export is the dream of itself.

It is not that the films are inherently better. It is not that the music contains some mystical note absent elsewhere. What America has, and what it has always had, is money, reach, and a machinery built to make its image the centre of the world.

This was not accidental. It was policy. It was the soft arm of empire. To project yourself outward until your face is the first one people recognise in the mirror.

And so the American way of life became the default. Other cultures were filed into two neat drawers: savage if they challenged the story, exotic if they could be sold back to you.

If you are Black, your first cinematic self was likely African American, the rapper, the sitcom character, the hero of a Spike Lee joint. If you are white in Europe or Australia, it was the white faces of American sitcoms and stadium tours. Whoever you were, your first image of yourself came with an American accent.

Over time, Americans began to believe the story they had written. When you grow up in the country that built itself into the cultural Mecca, it is easy to think you are the best simply because you are on top. You forget, or never know, that the game was fixed long before you played it.

But the monopoly is breaking. Nigeria’s Nollywood now speaks across oceans. South Korean dramas leap borders. India’s Bollywood never needed permission to fill theatres. Spanish thrillers keep strangers awake at night. Slumdog Millionaire, Squid Game, Money Heist, Shōgun — all aimed partly at the American market because that is where the money is, but no longer about America.

And here is the thing. Black Americans, who fought to be seen in their own country, became the global face of Blackness. That is a remarkable achievement. It was also made possible by the same system that excluded everyone else. Now Africans, Caribbeans, and Afro-Latins tell their own stories without making room for American centrality, and the absence is noticed.

We grew up watching you. You did not grow up watching us. And now the internet has levelled the ground just enough for others to speak without hesitation. Tyla’s words land differently because the world no longer accepts America as the only arbiter of meaning.

America’s greatest export was never its art. It was the power to decide which art, and which identities, the world would see. That power is no longer yours alone. There is both justice and loss in that.

[Global Index @TheGlobal_Index]

@kirawontmiss This is the next level tattoo 😭😭

[uBhuti Ultra loka 3:45|10:09🫵 @AbdulKuhle]

Bafazi ingani lento ❤️🙏.

[Mbali @MavuJoy]

This crash out 💥💥💥

[KALYJAY @gyaigyimii]

Word

[Cats and Kittens @catsnkittys]

Yep! 😍