This is Phila Ndwandwe. In 1985, Phila was 🇿🇦 recruited into the ANC. She became an MK fighter. 3 years later, she was abducted in Swaziland by Apartheid police. She suffered unspeakable horror and was torturęd, in an effort to turn her into an informer. One always gets the sense that the fight against Apartheid was a masculine one. To a certain extent we can not fault people for thinking that it is only men, through the sacrifice of their bodies who liberated this country, because somehow history chooses to ignore the women who fought alongside glorified men.
Phila Ndwandwe was breąstfeeding, when she was abducted (A makarov in one hand and a baby in the other). Aaah! Mbokodo! Her family was made to believe that she had eloped to Tanzania when the shaIIow grave of their child was a mere 10 kilometers from where they lived. Her d.eath and grave came to be known when her k.iller asked for amnesty for her brutal m.urder. Her k.illers testified before the TRC that she was repeatedly b.eaten and kept naked for 10 days until she made herself a pair of panties using a plastic bag. When they realized they weren't going to get the Commander to b.etray her comrades, her k.illers blindfolded her, took her to a veld and shot her in the s.kull. When her remains were unearthed, the bullet hole in her skuII was clearly visible, and her killęr testified that she had been https://t.co/ACkPRqMp6P while kneeling. Other articles have suggested that she was hit over the head and https://t.co/ACkPRqMp6P while unconscious. One of the men who m.urdered Phila described her as "Brave. Very brave. "
let's celebrate Phila. Her selfless dedication to the emancipation of our people should not be undermined. It should not be forgotten! One can only hope that her targeted body is dancing free and light. This is Phila Ndwandwe- the woman who refused to betray her comrades.
The unity the rest of Africa wants from South Africa is simply the exploitation of South Africa's functional economy and efficient systems.
Countries like Nigeria, Uganda, Malawi, Mozambique, DRC, and Zimbabwe get more than they give to South Africa.
That is an unhealthy relationship in the name of Pan-Africanism. The truth is, South Africa owes no one anything.
In Medellín, Colombia, there is a corner of the Manrique neighborhood where, every night at exactly 3 a.m., sandwiches used to appear.
Always the same way: wrapped in aluminum foil, inside a plastic bag, hanging from a lamppost.
No one knew who left them.
The unhoused people in the area waited for them. If you arrived at 3:15, there were none left.
It happened every single night. For six years. From 2016 to 2022.
Never a single absence. Not in the rain. Not on Christmas. Not on New Year’s Eve.
Then, in 2022, suddenly, the sandwiches stopped appearing.
“What happened to the sandwich man?” people asked.
A social worker named Carolina began to investigate. After weeks of asking around, a night security guard told her, “I saw him. He was an elderly man, came on a motorcycle. He hung up the bag and left. Without saying a word.”
Carolina posted an appeal on Facebook, looking for the man who, for six years, had left sandwiches every night for those who had nothing. In two days, it was shared more than 8,000 times.
Then a comment appeared:
“I think it was my father. But he died five months ago.”
The woman was named Lucía. Her father, Hernán, was 68 years old. He worked in construction. He didn’t have much money. But every night he prepared eight sandwiches. And he left them on that corner.
Why?
In 2015, Hernán lost his son, Sebastián, who died on the street, right there in Manrique. He was 19 years old. A fragile boy, struggling with addiction. Hernán had searched for him for years. But he hadn’t been able to save him.
“If someone had given him food… maybe he’d still be alive today.”
So, two weeks after the funeral, Hernán began. Every night. Without ever missing one. Sometimes with just bread and butter, when the money wasn’t enough.
In six years, he made 17,520 sandwiches.
He never wanted to know who ate them. He used to say, “If I know them, I’ll start choosing who to give them to. This way, they’re for anyone who needs them.”
When the story went viral, many people wrote:
“I ate those sandwiches for four years. They saved me.”
“They were the only thing I ate on some days.”
“Today I have a home, a job. But I might not be here without those sandwiches.”
One month later, at dawn, 43 people gathered at that corner. All of them had eaten Hernán’s sandwiches. They lit candles. Brought flowers. Lucía was there, in tears.
“My father couldn’t save my brother. But he saved so many others.”
One of them said, “Those sandwiches kept me alive. Waiting for them every night gave me a reason to hold on. Today I’ve been clean for two years. I exist because of him.”
That’s how a group was born: “Hernán’s Sandwiches.”
Forty-seven people take turns. Each one prepares sandwiches one night a month. They leave them in the same place. At the same hour.
Two years have passed. And the sandwiches have never stopped appearing.
On the lamppost there is a plaque: “Here, for six years, a father left 17,520 sandwiches for children who were not his. Because he could not save his own. Hernán, your son would be proud of you.”
Lucía comes back every month. Always at 3 a.m. To check. And she always finds a bag.
Because true love, even in silence, leaves a trace that never disappears.
And you… what would you be willing to do, every night for six years, to honor someone you couldn’t save?
You guys are the same ones who thought dating older guys (taxi drivers, uni students) was fashionable back in high school. Now you're 30+ and reality's hitting, so you stigmatise it , just because your male peers are going for the younger ones. Lmao!
Even as your husband, my money still belongs to me first. So when I say
‘I’m not in the mood to provide,’ that’s final. Marriage still requires free will. Simple!
A woman can openly state on her bio: 'Don't talk to me if you are under 6ft.' That is a 'Preference.'
But if a man says, 'I prefer women under 70kg,' he is 'Fatphobic' and 'Misogynistic.'
We live in a world where men are shamed for genetic traits they cannot control (height/hairline), while women are protected from criticism about traits they can control (weight/fitness). It is pure hypocrisy.
A creator on TikTok (romeosshow) came up with a jingle for Dr Pepper. The video went viral, so Dr Pepper capitalized on it and turned it into a real commercial that aired during the College Football Playoff National Championship game. She also did a jingle for Vita Coco, and they created multiple ads with it. Congrats to her! 🍒💰🥥
What we’re seeing isn’t bad luck, it’s delayed consequences. When women prioritize attention, excitement, and lifestyle over character and consistency in their 20s and 30s, they shrink their long-term options. Marriage isn’t found after burnout; it’s built through intentional choices early on. The wall remains undefeated.
During a workout at Planet Fitness, a special needs man kept coming up to the guy in Orange and gave handshakes, hugs, questions, jokes, over and over for almost an hour.
This guy never brushed him off. He laughed with him, helped him, gave workout advice, etc
Toward the end, the special needs man pointed at him and said, “That’s my friend.”
Next year I hope I get to be part of a squad of gents & girls together. Where we go out and do game nights & stuff.
Build each other too. No wanting each other, just good vibes 🤌🏾
Reading this made me die a little inside.
My parents had three daughters and two sons, with me as the oldest daughter and my brother the only boy for many years.
As he grew up, I watched them slowly destroy the kind-hearted kid he was to mold him into a “man.”
This became his normal after a certain age:
- I can’t like pink; pink is for girls. I need to be a man.
- I can’t play with dolls; dolls are for girls. I need to be a man.
- I can’t cry; crying is for girls. I need to be a man.
- I can’t argue when I feel wronged; arguing is feminine. I need to be a man.
- I got hit at school and it hurt, but I can’t tell anyone; feeling hurt is for girls. I have to suck it up and be a man.
I’m not my brother, but I watched this happen to him. I saw it change him, and I see it in other men around me. I hurt for them because it must suck to be raised unfeeling and without emotion, only to be generalized into oblivion when old enough to date—because they are what they were taught to be. No one is perfect; please spare some empathy and patience, because men are allowed to have feelings and want to be treated well by their peers and partners.
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You thought you’d get interactions with my picture but they mized you. Unfortunately South Africans will stand with their own not some Nigerian poes who wants interactions with my picture.
Shame …