So embarrassing to be a Nigerian, Nigerians are being chased out of Belgium 🇧🇪 but they are refusing to leave because Nigeria is dying, who's fault is it that your country is dying go back home and fix it. Why do you always feel entitled 😒
I’ve been following this account for over a year and my travel list is longer than ever!
So many stunning places I keep adding. Absolutely worth the follow!
Can we please discuss Lindani?
Because at this point I don't know if she was looking for love, a husband, a father figure, a sponsor, a shareholder, or a family discount package.
When we first met Lindani, she was the sweet girl from the tavern. Quiet. Humble. Innocent.
😂😂😂
The writers must think we suffer from memory loss.
While Menzi was busy dreaming about dating Lindani, this girl was already conducting board meetings with the CEO himself.
Not Menzi.
Not boys her age.
JONASI GOMORA.
The father.
The sponsor.
The pension fund.
The retirement annuity.
The entire investment portfolio.
Then she falls pregnant and has a miscarriage. Jonasi disappears faster than free food at a family gathering, and who ends up paying the hospital bills?
JOYCE.
The wife.
Imagine paying hospital bills for your husband's girlfriend and not even knowing she's your husband's baby mama.
Netflix owes Joyce compensation for emotional damages.
But wait.
The part that finished me was when Joyce returned home and found Jonasi and Lindani upstairs planning their future like they were discussing a business merger.
"I'm going to be your fourth wife."
"We'll have twins."
Twins? 😭
The first child hadn't even arrived and these two were already discussing the sequel.
Then Joyce activated Premium Belt Edition!
No warnings.
No negotiations.
No family meeting.
Just immediate implementation.
Lindani ran downstairs so fast she nearly qualified for the Olympics, only to find Menzi and her best friend waiting there.
Imagine explaining to someone who crushes you that you've been dating his father.
Imagine explaining to your best friend that you've been sleeping with her dad.
Imagine explaining to both of them at the same time.
Then Matipha arrived asking the real questions:
"Is THIS the girl that gave me gonorrhoea?"
😭😭😭
At that point the house wasn't a home anymore.
It was a crime scene.
And if that wasn't enough...
After Jonasi dies, Lindani starts dating Menzi.
MENZI.
The son.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is not a love triangle.
This is a family tree under attack.
At this point I'm convinced Lindani wasn't looking for a man.
She was applying for permanent residence in the Gomora family.
My verdict:
Lindani saw poverty, looked it in the eye, and said:
"Not on my watch."
Rate Lindani from 1-10.
And be honest...
Did Lindani love Jonasi?
Or was she conducting a long-term wealth acquisition strategy? 👀🍿
#ThePolygamist
FRESHLY BAKED BANANA BREAD 🍌🍞
INGREDIENTS
2 bananas
2 eggs
2 cups of flour
1 cup of sugar
1 cup of milk
1/2 cup of melted margarine
2tsp of vanilla essence
2tsp of baking powder
2tsp of cinnamon
Pinch of salt
Let me educate you not with anger, but with truth. You assume South Africans lack exposure. You assume we believe other African countries are poor and undeveloped. That is not the case. We know the reality. We know Nigeria has oil. We know Ghana has gold. We know Kenya has tech. We know Botswana has diamonds. We know Zambia has copper. We know Zimbabwe has platinum and lithium. We know the DRC sits on $24 trillion in minerals. We know Africa is rich.
But here is what you do not understand, wealth beneath the ground does not translate to prosperity above it. You can have all the minerals in the world but if your leaders steal, your constitutions hostile towards humans rights, if your institutions are corrupt, if your people are divided by tribe, if your healthcare collapses, if your schools crumble, if your youth flee then you are poor. Not in resources. In governance. In accountability. In dignity.
We do not look down on Africa. We look at the mirror Africa refuses to face. We see our own flaws corruption, unemployment, crime and we fight them. We protest. We vote. We demand better. That is what makes us different. We do not run. We stay. We build. We hold our leaders accountable, even when it hurts.
You say we lack exposure. But we see you. We see your leaders flying overseas to get treated, some in our country to get medical treatment, while your children starve. We see your ports exporting raw minerals while your people have no jobs. We are not blind. We are not ignorant. We are honest.
The difference between South Africa and many other African countries is not wealth. It is the willingness to confront failure. We own ours. You run from yours. That is not a lack of exposure. That is a lack of accountability. And until you fix that, no mineral, no resource, no tweet will save you. Go home. Fix your house. Then talk to us about exposure.
Let’s bake Scones
5cups of flour
1cup of sugar
Pinch of salt
6 teaspoons of baking powder
250g of margarine
3 eggs
1 & 1/2 cups of amasi
1 teaspoon vanilla essence
1/2 cup of coconut flakes
1/2 cup of raisins