The ANC created the perfect conditions for crime to thrive.
Weakened SAPS, collapsed forensics, gutted Crime Intelligence. Left borders porous while Home Affairs sold IDs, creating untraceable ghost persons.
Hollowed out the NPA, so conviction rates are pathetic. Criminals know they won't go to jail. Tender mafia, construction mafia, zama-zamas survive because politically connected people protect them.
Cadre deployment chose loyalty over competence. Service delivery collapsed. They built a system to protect themselves, not citizens.
This party must go. 2029 is too far.
Every week we discover a bit of what made General Makhwanazi say “enough is enough” and risk his life and livelihood. Our country is a playground for criminals.
We are currently living in a timeline where women can be thrown in jail for having an abortion, but seven men who gang rape a woman only have to write an essay to “think about what they did”.
Women are saying if there’s a balanced or equal financial contribution to the household there must be equal contribution to the household chores as well.
Sounds fair to me. As a reasonable man, I can’t have my wife who earns R40k and pays school fees, car instalment, electricity and security waking up in the morning to prep the kids for school, make our lunch boxes, take the kids to school and come back after work to cook, wash dishes, check homework and get the kids ready for bed while I, with my R30k salary pay bond and buy groceries and my only chores are sweeping the yard and cleaning the pool once a week and changing light bulbs as and when the need arises.
Times have changed, equal contribution means financially and physically to household chores.
There is something deeply insidious about rebranding heritage day into a rugby homecoming aesthetic and flattening the weight of commemorating our indigenous cultures into generic symbolism. They are deliberately whitewashing everything for their own comfort and palatability.
There’ll always be somebody that earns more money than the other in a relationship & these days, that’s very likely to be the woman. If you can’t accept that as umjita, marry someone else or qina ephaketheni. Ayikho enye!
A woman can calmly explain ten times that something makes her uncomfortable. Then, on the eleventh time, she snaps. And the man will only remember the eleventh time. For some reason, the first ten don’t make it into the male version of the story.