See the way they are celebrating SA losing a game, the day they hear South Africa is no longer a functioning state they will do the same. Guard your country with all you have, they can always go back to theirs, where will you go?
@BALUCIAGA Most huns drive/uber themselves and bring groceries and drinks when they want to stay over for a weekend. There's nothing more ickier than a woman showing up empty handed.
@__KoalaBear I recommend the Garnier Pure Active 3 in 1 clay, because it has Salicylic Acid. You could also try the Neutrogena Skin Detox Clay Mask which has Glycolic Acid.
3. Use sunscreen! I use the celltone spf 50 sunscreen as both my moisturizer and sunscreen because it is very hydrating
In 2009, I walked into @StandardBankZA at Boulders Midrand with a simple plan.
Save R500 every month. No touching it. No thinking about it. Just discipline on autopilot.
First year at SABC as a broadcast technician. First real income. First attempt at being financially responsible.
So I did what any serious saver would do. I created a system where I could forget the money even existed.
Opened the account at the branch. Back when deposit slips still had authority.
To activate it, they told me to deposit cash at the ATM.
Fair enough.
I deposited the money into what I believed was my brand new savings account.
Got my paperwork. Felt official. Felt grown.
Then I automated everything. Monthly transfers from FNB. No emotions. Just consistency.
Four or five months later, curiosity got the better of me. I went back to the same branch to check my progress.
I expected pride. Maybe even a small internal speech about discipline.
Instead, I got:
“There’s no account under your name.”
At first I thought they were joking.
I said, “Kanjani? I opened it here. I’ve been depositing every month.”
They checked again.
“You only had a Mzansi account. It’s closed.”
Now the story starts to feel like a prank.
Because I had receipts.
I had a memory.
And I had money leaving my FNB account like clockwork.
I tried to escalate it. Meetings were set. Or at least… supposed to be.
One bank manager never showed up.
On my way back from that meeting, the envelope with all my paperwork disappeared.
Taxi ride. One moment it’s there. Next moment… gone.
No evidence. No account. No money trail I could prove.
Case closed. Not by resolution. By exhaustion