Had Goreangab Mall been a government project, it would have cost at least N$3 billion and taken a minimum of 5 years to complete. But now that it belongs to the owners of the economy with no PhDs & other supertificial accolades, they made an announcement early last year (2025) that they were going to build the mall and which will open end of May 2026 and that's exactly what happened and it happened at a minimum cost of N$280 million. One day, we might have to consider giving this county back to the people who can run it!
“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.
"Women's tears what what"
"Aakavona oyen'omipya"
Fuck your tears, ladies. We are built for this shit. We've already reconciled with the consequences - ending up homeless, mad and walking around naked, in prison, homeless under a bridge, hanging from a ceiling/tree. What worse could possibly happen? We really don't gaf.
It's not like women care about us genuinely. We know what y'all do to good men. Y'all ruthless towards them, so fuck your tears. We want more tears.
@kNA_cayman That's one side of the story, that conversation was too long for an altercation to erupt over a 30 dollars, bouncer was too sensitive, he couldn't keep his hands to himself and in the end lost his life but one thing I am sure of is, it had nothing to do with 30 dollars. Use logic
Apart from apartheid, they did everything better than OPO.
They built schools, hospitals, roads, clinics, boreholes, and created jobs.
Our parents at 30, they had already built or bought houses, owned livestock and started families.
Today, at 30, you have nothing to your name.
@mOkapendi My guy I know what I'm talking about, just because the media is pushing the agenda of aawambo people does not mean that they are good people, vamboes are tribalists, not all of them but majority of them, you will hear words such as " Engambwe" or "ombwela" on other Namibians.
Fellas;
The moment you have sex, you're now at the mercy of that woman
After sex with a woman you must try by all means to apply the concept of "after care"
What is "after care" - this is how you treat her after sex, by all means never make her feel like a hoe (even if she is)
Women's decisions are motivated by their feelings. Most rape allegations are a result of how she felt after sex
• don't ghost her after having had sex with her, chat & check up on her
• pay her indirectly, e.g offer some money for transport
• don't be disrespectful towards her e.g calling her a bitch,hoe,slut
• don't run your mouth about having sex with her, out of shame, she may say it wasn't consensual
You can argue with this all you want, but if you look at the majority of high profile cases of men who were accused of r@pe, it all came down to how they treated the women after sex
~ Mike Tyson called his accuser a slut
~ Kobe Bryant refused to pay after sex
~ Tupac said "get this bitch off my hotel"
Understand this, you being nice and even paying her, isn't really for sex but it's for your peace of mind. Be the gentleman for that period, that's how you disarm them (at least for a while)
Learn OR perish!!!
BREAKING ‼️‼️ Facing imminent defeat, SWAPO is now pushing for a runoff. Caught off guard, they’re grasping at straws—but the runoff will only seal a decisive and brutal victory.
PRODIGAL SON … Affirmative Repositioning co-founder Dimbulukeni Nauyoma says Swapo has provided unemployed graduates, who took to the streets with himself, Michael Amushelelo and Inna Hengari, with jobs. Nauyoma has rejoined the party.
@TheNamibian See, this is what they don't want. If Swapo loses, most of this guys and they're rich kids will not be so rich anymore. They're eating off the corruption, their kids that we're schooling with will vote for the corruption to continue.
Bundles of joy from other political parties will fight this cos their bread will be taken away in an instant. They do not care about service delivery, but rather fighting each other and get paid for it. Let the constituency members fight their own fight in parliament. #Vote💙🧡💚
Twitter Ladies
You won't marry anybody rich. You don't have the aura to attract and keep rich men. They don't want you. Rich men in this country been getting married all these years. Which lady off here married a rich man? Just one. Rich recognizes rich and poor recognises poor.