In a no-holds-barred interview with an Australian news channel, Jacinta Ngobese-Zuma laid bare the reality of South Africa's immigration crisis ..; and the government's complete failure to act.
Jacinta Ngobese just told the world: "Our government doesn't have a backbone."
15 to 30 million illegal immigrants. A collapsed system. A government that ignores its people.
she said:
"There are 15 to 30 million illegal immigrants in South Africa – not 3 million."
"Refugees have almost exactly the same rights as citizens – so everyone just walks in and claims refugee status."
"The government doesn't even have enough vehicles, places to keep immigrants, or addresses for refugees."
"The marches have been peaceful. We would have been arrested if they were violent."
"The media has already chosen a side. They spread propaganda – like claiming we carry sticks to attack foreigners, when it's part of Zulu culture."
"South Africans feel like second-class citizens in their own country."
"We demand a border wall. We demand that the government talks to neighboring countries to stop the collapse."
She also revealed the heartbreaking story of a 74-year-old woman stabbed 43 times by a Burundian soldier – because her brother supported March and March.
This is the crisis the government refuses to address.
This is the truth the media refuses to report.
My favorite line from Atomic Habits has been living in my head rent-free:
“It doesn’t make sense to continue wanting something if you’re not willing to do what it takes to get it. If you don’t want to live the lifestyle, then release yourself from the desire. To crave the result but not the process is to guarantee disappointment.”
This woman shared that her man paid all the bills while she went to school and raised their kids. Now she’s a registered nurse, and she’s holding things down while he studies engineering. That’s what Partnership looks like
Moses asked God for two things.
God said no to both.
Then Moses died.
Fifteen hundred years later, on a mountain in Galilee, God answered both prayers in front of three terrified fishermen.
Most Christians read this story every year and miss it completely.
Here is what they miss.
Prayer one. Moses asked to see God's face.
"And he said, Thou canst not see my face: for there shall no man see me, and live." (Exodus 33:20)
No.
Prayer two. Moses asked to cross into the Promised Land.
"Get thee up into the top of Pisgah... but thou shalt not go over this Jordan." (Deuteronomy 3:27)
No.
Moses dies on the mountain. Buried by God Himself. End of story.
Except it wasn't.
The Mount of Transfiguration. Christ pulls back the veil. His face shines as the sun. And who shows up standing next to Him?
Moses.
"And, behold, there appeared unto them Moses and Elias talking with him." (Matthew 17:3)
In the Promised Land. Looking at the face of God in the flesh.
Both prayers. Granted.
Not on Moses's timeline. Not through Moses's law. Through the Son.
The no was not rejection. It was redirection.
Every prayer God seems to deny, He is answering through Christ. The Mount of Transfiguration is the receipt.
The face. The land. The healing. The marriage. The vindication.
He is not closing the door.
He is telling you which door.
Through Christ. Or not at all.
Moses found out.
So will you.
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Cheating is a character flaw and I wish people weren’t so forgiving about it. It shows a willingness to deceive, to prioritize short-term desire over integrity, and to disregard the trust someone else has placed in them.
Disgusting.
Infidelity is such an interesting concept, you’re cheating on someone you chose to be with…like no one forced you to be with this person…it was a conscious decision you made to be with this person and now you’re cheating on them.
I want to be rich. But not Lamborghini
or Rolex rich, I want to be rich enough to go to the gym at 3pm and nobody can tell me no. To tap the family in front of me at the supermarket and say, "It's on me," Rich enough that my future wife never has to worry about getting a job. Rich enough to show my children the world, not pictures of it. Rich enough to take my friends to dinner and say, "| got this", Rich enough that God uses me to help the people who are in need. That's my version of rich.
The sun was free. They sold you SPF 50 and a vitamin D deficiency.
Sleep was free. They sold you an app, a pill, and a wearable that tells you your sleep was bad.
Walking was free. They sold you a treadmill, a fitness tracker, and a £180 pair of trainers.
Fasting was free. They sold you meal replacement shakes and the anxiety that skipping breakfast would wreck your metabolism.
Cold water was free. They sold you a £3,000 plunge barrel and a podcast episode about it.
Silence was free. They sold you a meditation app with a premium tier.
Animal fat was cheap. They sold you seed oils, then supplements to replace what the animal fat contained.
Tallow was cheap. They sold you a seventeen-step skincare routine and a clinical trial proving your face needs ceramides.
Meat was cheap. They are currently selling you the idea that you shouldn't eat it.
The 20th century removed access to everything the body needs to function.
The 21st century is selling it back, one subscription at a time.
Your great-grandmother had none of the products.
She had all of the things.
i don't know who needs to hear this but in order to become a better person, you must first realize how horrible you really are. not in the dramatic sense, but in the quiet ways you sabotage yourself, repeat unhealthy patterns, hurt people who care about you, or tolerate what wounds you. you cannot grow if you keep pretending you’re innocent in the story you created
Me behave? Seriously? As a child I saw Tarzan almost naked, Cinderella arrived home after midnight, Pinocchio told lies, Aladdin was a thief, Batman drove over 200 miles an hour, Snow White lived in a house with 7 men, Popeye smoked a pipe and had tattoos, Pac Man ran around to digital music while eating pills that enhanced his performance, and Shaggy and Scooby were mystery solving hippies that always had the munchies. The fault is not mine! If you had this childhood and loved it, repost I thought this would bring a smile to your face lol it did mine!!!
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i have no desire to be rich so i can buy a rolex or a lamborghini.
i want to be rich so i can control my time and go to the gym at 3pm on a monday.
sit at a cafe and relax for an hour on a rainy afternoon.
so i can cook meals at home with fresh ingredients.
spend on my family and friends without worrying about a budget.
that's my idea of a rich life, not the fake consumerist idea shoved down my throat.