gwendolene hanks 🇿🇼🇳🇬🇿🇦🇿🇲

I'm a G...!!!!
Mrs. O💁‍♀️💍

[Danilo @odedanilo]

Nonhle Thema . The Blueprint .

[gwendolene hanks 🇿🇼🇳🇬🇿🇦🇿🇲 @gwenhanks]

@dramadelinquent Had to read this twice 😆 😂

[Mike Bales 🫡🇺🇸 @MikeBales]

A guy couldn't find a job anywhere, so he opened a small "miracle clinic."
Outside, he put up a big sign:
Treatment: $300. If it doesn't work, you get $1,000 back!

A local know-it-all thought, "Easy money."
He walked in and said, "Doc, I've completely lost my sense of taste."

The guy calmly said, "Nurse, bring Box #22. Three drops."

The nurse put three drops in the man's mouth.
The man immediately spat it out. "That's gasoline!"

The doctor smiled. "Congratulations! Your taste is back. That'll be $300."

The man stormed out, furious.

A week later, he returned. "Doc, my memory is getting really bad."

The doctor said, "Nurse, Box #22. Three drops."
The man yelled, "Wait! That's the gasoline one for taste!"

The doctor grinned. "Great! Your memory is back too. $300, please!"

Now the man was determined to win.
He came back again and said, "Doc, I'm losing my eyesight."

The doctor sighed. "I'm sorry. I don't have medicine for that. Here's your $1,000."

The man looked at the bills. "This is only $500!"

The doctor smiled. "And your vision is back. That'll be $300."

[gwendolene hanks 🇿🇼🇳🇬🇿🇦🇿🇲 @gwenhanks]

@MelikhayaL3006 Get yourselves a seat to my event and you might the love of your life 😃 😊

Details on the flyer

[gwendolene hanks 🇿🇼🇳🇬🇿🇦🇿🇲 @gwenhanks]

Category: skin & eyebrows 😍randburg

[gwendolene hanks 🇿🇼🇳🇬🇿🇦🇿🇲 @gwenhanks]

Above all.....guard your heart ❤️

[Harsh Hada @MasculineM7]

Distance doesnt kill a relationship but..

[gwendolene hanks 🇿🇼🇳🇬🇿🇦🇿🇲 @gwenhanks]

@HikatekileUnati I'm watching part 4 now 😆 🤣 the whole country knows Thulani Simelani!! it's really sad though....

[gwendolene hanks 🇿🇼🇳🇬🇿🇦🇿🇲 @gwenhanks]

A very good morning to you!!

[Gauteng Department of Education @EducationGP1]

🕊️ IN LOVING MEMORY 🕊️

We remember with deep sadness and heavy hearts our beautiful learners, the cherished sons and daughters of our communities, whose lives were taken far too soon during an unfortunate scholar transport incident that took place on Monday, 19 January 2026 in Vanderbijlpark.

You were the future of our province. Your dreams, smiles, and potential will forever remain part of our collective memory. You will always be remembered, honoured, and loved.

🕊️ Buhle Radebe – Grade 11, Hoërskool Vanderbijlpark
🕊️ Bokamoso Mokhobo – Grade 8, Hoërskool Vanderbijlpark
🕊️ Sibongile Madonsela – Grade 10, Hoërskool Vanderbijlpark
🕊️ Leano Moiloa – Grade 8, Vaal High School
🕊️ Lesego Sefatsa – Grade 2, Oakwood Primary School
🕊️ Letlotlo Katlego Makwe – Grade 2, Vaal Triangle Primary School
🕊️ Ofentse Jayden Vinger – Grade 1, Oliver Lodge Primary School
🕊️ Lindokuhle Mabaso – Grade 5, Noordhoek Primary School
🕊️ Pheello Motaung – Grade 11, El-Shaddai Christian School
🕊️ Puleng Maphalla – Grade 11, El-Shaddai Christian School
🕊️ Naledi Motsapi – Grade 10, El-Shaddai Christian School
🕊️ Bohlale Lekekela – Grade 1, El-Shaddai Christian School

To the families, school communities, educators, and classmates, we extend our deepest condolences and continue to hold you in our thoughts and prayers during this difficult time.

🕯️ May Your Souls Rest in Peace 🕯️

[Manifest_Lord @Manifest_Lord]

Ask these 7 questions if you really want to know what's on your child's mind.. 🧵

[gwendolene hanks 🇿🇼🇳🇬🇿🇦🇿🇲 @gwenhanks]

@rainNsunshine @fraveris Me too

[Francisco Ribeiro @fraveris]

My silence is full of conversations.

[gwendolene hanks 🇿🇼🇳🇬🇿🇦🇿🇲 @gwenhanks]

@VideosVuvu This is so so sad to watch.... hope he gets the help he needs

[liminal @Liminal1988]

Unconditional love doesn't mean unconditional tolerance

[Sampa Kabwela @ukusefya]

‘Breadwinner’ by Gordon Shamulenge. A deeply affecting piece of work. Visit a gallery this week.

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

"My name's Raymond. I'm 73. I work the parking lot at St. Joseph's Hospital. Minimum wage, orange vest, a whistle I barely use. Most people don't even look at me. I'm just the old man waving cars into spaces.
But I see everything.

Like the black sedan that circled the lot every morning at 6 a.m. for three weeks. Young man driving, grandmother in the passenger seat. Chemotherapy, I figured. He'd drop her at the entrance, then spend 20 minutes hunting for parking, missing her appointments.

One morning, I stopped him. "What time tomorrow?"
"6:15," he said, confused.
"Space A-7 will be empty. I'll save it."
He blinked. "You... you can do that?"
"I can now," I said.

Next morning, I stood in A-7, holding my ground as cars circled angrily. When his sedan pulled up, I moved. He rolled down his window, speechless. "Why?"
"Because she needs you in there with her," I said. "Not out here stressing."
He cried. Right there in the parking lot.

Word spread quietly. A father with a sick baby asked if I could help. A woman visiting her dying husband. I started arriving at 5 a.m., notebook in hand, tracking who needed what. Saved spots became sacred. People stopped honking. They waited. Because they knew someone else was fighting something bigger than traffic.
But here's what changed everything, A businessman in a Mercedes screamed at me one morning. "I'm not sick! I need that spot for a meeting!"

"Then walk," I said calmly. "That space is for someone whose hands are shaking too hard to grip a steering wheel."

He sped off, furious. But a woman behind him got out of her car and hugged me. "My son has leukemia," she sobbed. "Thank you for seeing us."

The hospital tried to stop me. "Liability issues," they said. But then families started writing letters. Dozens. "Raymond made the worst days bearable." "He gave us one less thing to break over."

Last month, they made it official. "Reserved Parking for Families in Crisis." Ten spots, marked with blue signs. And they asked me to manage it.

But the best part? A man I'd helped two years ago, his mother survived, came back. He's a carpenter. Built a small wooden box, mounted it by the reserved spaces. Inside? Prayer cards, tissues, breath mints, and a note,

"Take what you need. You're not alone. -Raymond & Friends"
People leave things now. Granola bars. Phone chargers. Yesterday, someone left a hand-knitted blanket.
I'm 73. I direct traffic in a hospital parking lot. But I've learned this: Healing doesn't just happen in operating rooms. Sometimes it starts in a parking space. When someone says, "I see your crisis. Let me carry this one small piece."

So pay attention. At the grocery checkout, the coffee line, wherever you are. Someone's drowning in the little things while fighting the big ones.

Hold a door. Save a spot. Carry the weight no one else sees.
It's not glamorous. But it's everything."

Let this story reach more hearts....

Credit: Mary Nelson

[gwendolene hanks 🇿🇼🇳🇬🇿🇦🇿🇲 @gwenhanks]

@lunasol187 Captured this today.... ❤️

[Hopewell Chin’ono @daddyhope]

Only in Zimbabwe can a president read his State of the Nation Address under torchlight. Emmerson Mnangagwa looked like a schoolboy caught doing homework during a power cut, leading a nation that literally can’t keep the lights on.

This is utterly dispiriting, it is a perfect metaphor for what has become of Zimbabwe. A whole government, led by a man who claims to be building the nation, cannot even keep the lights on during its most important annual event.

No standby generator, no solar system, nothing. It is a national embarrassment, a tragic symbol of decay dressed up as leadership, yet the same man won’t hand over power at the end of his term.

[Chimoto 🦅 @joecharex]

Zimbabwe: A place to be in 2025 and beyond!