🚨 Missing Teenager: Phoenix – KZN
16-year-old Jenisha Deboi Dayal was reported missing after leaving her home on Viewhaven Drive on Tuesday carrying three bags without informing her family where she was going.
She is believed to have travelled to Bambayi, where she visits friends. The teen reportedly has psychological challenges and may be vulnerable.
👕 Last seen wearing: black long-sleeve T-shirt, black jeans & black dotted footwear.
📞 Info: Reaction Unit South Africa (RUSA) — 086 123 4333
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#JusticeForEntleManzi
Hi everyone, this is my sister, Entle Manzi. She was stabbed & killed by her ex boyfriend on Monday. We are asking the community, media outlets, everyone to stand with us as we demand justice for Entle.
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1. This is useless exercise that will show that SAns are the overwhelming majority of employees
2. If nationality>race, more white SAns will be employed
3. No new universities will be built
4. Universities will still be underfunded
5. Fees must fall is entering its second decade
Romance itself is dying because of illiteracy. When you read letters from the Civil War era, men were shockingly lyrical because they had heads full of poetry. Literacy fuels passion. Beauty, wisdom, empathy, passion are vanishing from the world because people don’t read.
5 years back, I saw something that still hasn’t left me.
A pregnant woman came in.
Healthy. Smiling.
No complications throughout her pregnancy.
No “high-risk” label.
No warning signs.
The kind of case where the whole family walks in expecting just one thing:
a baby’s cry.
Her labour progressed well.
Everything looked routine.
And then…
something happened so fast
that it didn’t even feel real.
She suddenly said:
“I can’t breathe.”
Not mild discomfort.
Not anxiety.
Real breathlessness.
The kind that makes everyone in the room freeze for half a second
before panic takes over.
Her breathing became rapid.
Her face changed.
Her body started trembling.
And within moments
she collapsed.
The room flipped instantly.
From:
“Almost done.”
To:
“CALL FOR HELP.”
From:
“Everything is fine.”
To:
“START CPR.”
Machines started beeping.
Oxygen was rushed.
Lines were placed.
Drugs were pushed.
Seconds felt like minutes.
And then the unthinkable happened.
Despite everything…
she couldn’t be saved.
And then came the part that shattered everyone.
The family saw a perfectly healthy pregnant woman walk in…
and a dead body come out.
They didn’t ask politely.
They didn’t process slowly.
They exploded.
“How can a healthy woman die like this?!”
“There were NO complications in the entire pregnancy!”
“You doctors have killed her!”
Some were crying.
Some were shouting.
Some were blaming anyone they could see.
And honestly…
I couldn’t even blame them.
Because to a normal person, this doesn’t make sense.
A normal pregnancy.
A normal delivery.
And then sudden death?
It feels impossible.
It feels like someone must have “done something wrong.”
But the truth is…
sometimes medicine witnesses something terrifying:
A body can collapse like a switch has been turned off.
I was just a new intern then, I asked my seniors and that day, I learnt the name of that nightmare.
"Amniotic Fluid Embolism"
And that’s when it hit me:
We take pregnancy for granted because we only see the “happy ending.”
But behind the scenes, a woman’s body is walking a tightrope every single day…
and sometimes, everything can change within seconds... without any warning.
Even if you’re someone who has wanted to be a mother, nothing prepares you for how physically, emotionally and mentally demanding this is.
Also, having a supportive partner and support system is critical. Having to deal with a deadbeat is something I don’t wish on anyone.
The hardest truth you'll face as a woman is realizing that a man can stay with you for years without ever truly choosing you.
He can enjoy your company,your body, your loyalty, and still never step into the role of making you his life partner.
A couple in India has ten daughters and keeps trying until finally the eleventh child is a son. That’s how much daughters are valued. But when parents are old, sick, and need round-the-clock care, suddenly daughters are “naturally more nurturing.”
Daughters are expendable when lineage is at stake, but indispensable when labor is required. Unwanted at birth. Essential at burnout.
Sons are for inheritance, names, and social applause. Daughters are for bathing frail bodies, managing medications, absorbing guilt, and being told it’s their duty.
It’s a neat arrangement. Girls are liabilities until they become free caregivers. Then they’re priceless. Rejected for legacy. Recruited for labour.
Denied value when they ask for love, education, or inheritance, but summoned without question when it’s time to serve.
And Indian society calls this tradition. Hypocrisy.
Dear ladies never forget that: The same world that shames me for being a single mother also shames you for not being a mother and shames another woman for having too many children..lt shames one woman for having a child at the age of 19 because she's too young but also shames another for having at 36 because she's too old..lt shames a woman who marries young as well as the one who marries old..It shames women who don't have beautiful bodies and shames those who go under the knife to get the bodies. This world shames all women, not a single one of us is spared, not a single one. So love and make yourselves happy.