As an Adult, why would you think it’s normal to Shower all the Hot water Out man while there are others who gotta Shower and get to work also…..
I’m not just crashing out guys, the Gyser is 200L😭😭😭😭
Why did everything become so expensive? My bills are paid and I have food BUT at what cost 🫠
Couldn’t even afford to attend a friends fathers funeral in Windhoek cost the transport and booking a B&B would have thrown my budget out this month
“Dear Mr. Amushelelo, please post this for me.
Dear Mr. Amushelelo,
I write this open letter to draw your attention to the most critical and heartbreaking conditions faced by the teachers and learners of King Shuumbwa Primary School,
Word, I can get behind sharing in the learning. Eenghedi dOshiwambo is so vast bru
There’s so many perspectives to gifting okaana;
For starters, you don’t even have to live with the child or nothing, just the occasional school shoes here, pocket money there. Same stuff we donate to charity drives & strangers here in the city, you can take back home & help yo actual blood.
And it goes both ways too because mOshiwambo oha tu ti, oludalo uuyamba. In season, this child would come help til the soil and tend to the cattle etc.
Back in the day, a trip from Ondangwa to Outapi was like a week long voyage and it was hard to stay in touch, however, having your child living with kinfolk incentivized keeping up with the family kingdoms over.
Olutapo in modern day is not the same as okudjalekwa odikwa - but I speak under correction here
Word, I can get behind sharing in the learning. Eenghedi dOshiwambo is so vast bru
There’s so many perspectives to gifting okaana;
For starters, you don’t even have to live with the child or nothing, just the occasional school shoes here, pocket money there. Same stuff we donate to charity drives & strangers here in the city, you can take back home & help yo actual blood.
And it goes both ways too because mOshiwambo oha tu ti, oludalo uuyamba. In season, this child would come help til the soil and tend to the cattle etc.
Back in the day, a trip from Ondangwa to Outapi was like a week long voyage and it was hard to stay in touch, however, having your child living with kinfolk incentivized keeping up with the family kingdoms over.
Olutapo in modern day is not the same as okudjalekwa odikwa - but I speak under correction here
@HermaineM These so-called "it girls," who have been told all their lives that they're beautiful don't know how to shake off the need for validation and the male gaze. They can't even see when their season is over.
Exposure. A friend once called me to change his tire. Then it clicked. He was the first one in his family to get a car. Dad was not present, closest male figure was an uncle who did nothing for him.
Without tire changers and oil changers around, where will you learn?
Ultimatum...Urban and Rural Development Minister James Sankwasa has directed all local authorities to suspend water and electricity services to non-paying government ministries, institutions and big businesses by 05 June 2026.
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bro to bro: if you like skinnier girls, get yourself a skinny girl. if you like thicker girls, get yourself a thick girl. if you like fitness girls, get yourself a fit girl. you are entitled to your own preferences.
but what you are not going to do bro, is date a girl who is not your type and make her feel inferior to other girls.
This is a great idea
Smoking doesn’t only just damage the lungs, it also increases the risk of disease almost everywhere else in the body; from heart disease, stroke, peripheral vascular disease, infertility, poor wound healing, all the way to a myriad of cancers. Even secondary smoking predisposes the people around the smoker to a certain degree
With that in mind, making smoker’s foot part of the health bill is a sensible public health decision. Prevention is always cheaper, and more humane, than amputations and lifelong disability.
“I’m selling my coochie”
Comrades, we are living in revolutionary times. In the old days, prostitution operated with discipline. There were standards. There was shame. There was darkness.
A woman would stand quietly behind Kalahari Sands Hotel wearing a leopard-print jacket and sunglasses at 23h00 like a respectable citizen.
Now? Full HD. Ring light. TikTok filter. Front camera. Confidence.
“My p*ssy is available. If you want premium services, slide in my DMs.”
Broadcast live like a Cabinet announcement.
The thing shocking me is not even the prostitution itself. That profession is older than mathematics. Humanity has always had two industries - farming and people selling coochie for survival. Ancient civilisation depended on both.
But at least our ancestors had the decency to hide a little.
Today’s generation is marketing vagina like they’re launching a new yoghurt flavour at Woermann Brock.
And these girls are fearless. Faces unblurred. Government names included. Some even add contact details and location pins. “Currently operating in Walvis Bay. Specials available.”
Specials. Like Hungry Lion.
One viral video this week featured a lady aggressively advertising her services while children were speaking in the background. Small innocent kids hearing auntie promising Olympic-level bedroom performances to strangers online.
Imagine doing homework while your mother is in the next room saying: “I give head better than Kim Kardashian.”
Now before the unemployed youth brigade attacks me, yes, times are hard. Namibia’s economy is moving like a donkey with asthma. Jobs are scarce. Hunger is real.
But comrades, must survival come with a beaming light in your face? If it’s that old gold tooth you want to show off, blur your eyes! Because life is very long. The internet is even longer.
Today you are online announcing “I can rotate on it.” Ten years later, you’re applying for a receptionist position at TotalEnergies during the oil boom.
HR types your name into Google. Boom - there you are in 4K talking about dancing on a married man’s d*ck. “I can do things to you that your boring wife could never…”
Shame on you, Josephine!
Then, just like that, the interview cancelled before you even sit down.
With age, the idea of marriage grips you. Poor Tangeni finally gathers courage, kneels down at Zoo Park with a small engagement ring bought on instalment…
Three days later his cousins send him your archived videos from 2026.
Now the man must choose between love and village humiliation.
Even worse is Junior. Poor Junior. Your innocent child, whose father is unknown. He just wants to pass Grade 6 mathematics in peace.
Instead, during break time: “Your mother said she gives the best bl*wjobs in town!”
Children are cruel. The internet is crueller.
Ladies, nobody is saying don’t hustle. Namibia itself is surviving through vibes and Chinese loans. We understand suffering.
But at least prostitute yourselves with strategy. Use aliases. Wear wigs. Respect future-you.
Because the internet never forgets. One day you’ll be a church elder, motivational speaker or deputy director somewhere, and suddenly your old video resurfaces like a forgotten corruption scandal.
Then you start begging: “Please delete it guys, I’ve changed.”
But the internet does not believe in repentance. It believes in screenshots.