Lebohang.

[Luna M @tiredfeminist_]

Cut my limbs, throw me in the middle of the ocean with no raft, surrounded by sharks that haven’t eaten for months🙏🏾

[Lebohang. @_LeboPM]

Ka gowisha, and I suspect kissing a gorgeous girl is what might fix me.

[Lebohang. @_LeboPM]

@Thee_Cherri @toria_motaung

[Ta West 🇿🇦 @wfreemantle]

What a meal umngqusho is man. Well made Mngqusho is Top5 greatest meals ever!!!

[𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐢✰ @_timiszn]

Progress that I can feel. Joy that I can bask in. Love I can melt in & Money that I can freely spend.

[Zimasa @ZimasaMatiwane]

I need a SIU -> NPA -> Correctional Services pipeline.

Otherwise ngumdlalo wodwa lo.

[Trev @Tokyo_Trev]

Charging R50 000 for something that costs R180 is just disgusting. Sies maan!

[Lebohang. @_LeboPM]

🤣🤣🤣

[Lebohang. @_LeboPM]

It specifically makes me want to have vodka and that's why I don't buy it...

[Mapholoba @LuthandoFuze]

Cranberry juice tastes like it wants to be alcohol but it’s too shy

[Thomas @Owishemwe]

Skill issue

[Lebohang. @_LeboPM]

@cnehshuga Ke bone ba re hospital, ushonile ? 💔

[Mr Dlamini @Ant_089]

I’ve never really been a fan of anything to do with cheating.

[Lebohang. @_LeboPM]

No.

[SOCIAL CONSTRUCT 🇨🇩 🇸🇩🍉 @ntandomatini_]

Idk it moved me a bit? 🥹

[Lebohang. @_LeboPM]

Tyla o effortlessly sexy, and that's sexy.

[Tygers * Access @TygersAccess]

Tyla with Dj Maphorisa.

[ntandokazi 🖤 @uMambulazi]

Yup

[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.

[Mbuyiseni Ndlozi @MbuyiseniNdlozi]

Remember Marikana

[d i n e o @keDineo_]

I’m genuinely tired of winter, like from the bottom of my heart