“You need to have a different kind of maturity to be able to admire somebody, admire their success and not want it for yourself, where you are able to say, well done, congratulations, I’m proud of you, without wanting it for yourself, that’s not very easy” envy yields nothing!
The rebirth of your prime is right around the corner, you just have to accept the death of the old you. Some versions of you can’t come with you: the habits, excuses, fears, and attachments that once felt familiar but no longer fit where you’re going.
SOE’s being deliberately sabotaged by inside people. People are quick to say they should be shut down. Meatco is turning the corner now. We need to decolonize our minds. The 3 people that were at the forefront to close Meatco are out of the system. But there are more out there.
The economy is whooping everybody's asş. Please DO NOT feel embarrassed about your financial situation right now. A lot of people are struggling, and we're all just doing the best we can to get through it.
Content creator tourist visits Namibia and is promoting the country through his content…
Namibians in his comments: Enough you’re annoying us now.
You guys sometimes act like people who have never received any education.
One thing I’m taking seriously these days is building a life that can survive change. Jobs end. People leave. Economies shift. Plans fail. I don’t want one unexpected event to have the power to completely dismantle me.
Democracy alone cannot deliver true freedom in a neo-colonial economy. Namibia achieved political independence, but economic emancipation remains unfinished. Unfortunately, some of our leaders remain mentally colonised, protecting the very systems we were meant to dismantle.
“Why do Namibian organizers bring in SA artists and not book locals” coz SA artists are a better return on investment you dumb fucks. You people don’t show up when it’s locals that are headlining. Organizers give whats in demand by you fuck nuts that are complaining.
“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.
Bro really turned his life around. Six years ago, he was broke, battling drug addiction, and got arrested for robbery of a cellphone. Today, he’s clean, back to making music, and married. A perfect example that you can always turn your life around no matter how fcked up it is. 👏
Namibian courts should sentence drunk and reckless drivers to hours of community service where they accompany paramedics to accident scenes and spend time assisting at mortuaries during the postmortems of road accident victims, so they can experience the real consequences of DUI.
A lot of Namibians have this weird thing where they ask what you do when they meet/are introduced to you, in order for them to assess the level of respect they show you when addressing you.. show everybody respect man