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Kings of ourselves first and foremost

@SlimKagey @ansarlets They do it in Soshanguve

@ansarlets I suppose it is a Soweto thing because I have never heard of anyone talking about it in Ekurhuleni.

Stayed at my cousins in Soweto DK last for a while. Around 4am I heard vuvuzelas going off. I later asked what's going on and was told it's the neighborhood watch alerting the public it's safe to make their way. Our people are not lazy

You can start over on a random Wednesday and decide you want more out of life.

🇿🇦 SOUTH AFRICA PROPOSES INSANE CRYPTO CONTROLS, POSSIBLE FORCED SALES South Africa National Treasury and South African Reserve Bank have introduced draft Capital Flow Management Regulations that could dramatically restrict crypto use. The proposal would require disclosure of crypto holdings above an unspecified threshold and could allow the government to force holders to sell assets for rand. Under the draft, investors may not buy, sell, lend, or transfer crypto above the threshold without permission, except through approved providers. Transactions would require a stated purpose, and using funds outside that purpose could trigger mandatory resale. Cross-border transfers and payments using crypto would be banned without approval. Authorities would also gain powers to search individuals, demand declarations, and seize assets suspected of violating the rules. Critics say the changes raise serious constitutional concerns around privacy, property rights, and freedom of association, calling them among the most aggressive updates to South Africa’s decades-old exchange control system.

Traders nowadays are pocket watchers 🤮

One of my prayers is for me to not be with someone who thinks EXPENSIVE = THE BEST .

Getting shit done > lollygagging

Guys there’s no money. And I don’t think we talk about it enough or in a real way because we are mostly busy pretending that we have money. But people aren’t buying food. Less and less people are able to afford food. Nothing says there’s no money like the inability to buy food.

Surely we can aspire to more than this? Surely our very short lives should mean more than being the inoffensive backdrop to someone's vacation?

Changing your life is not a glow up. It is drywall dust in your throat and a calendar you keep even when no one is watching. The amount of locking in it takes will make you feel strange to yourself. You will think you are becoming boring. You are becoming accurate. Morning at 5:43. The phone wants to be a god. You make it a brick. Face down, silent. You drink water that tastes like nothing and call it medicine. The kettle clicks. Your stomach argues. You write three lines that are not for beauty, only for honesty. Today I will do this. Today I will not do that. You put the paper where your eyes cannot avoid it. Discipline is a door you lock from the inside. It is not anger. It is not romance. It is a hand on the knob every time your own nerves try to run. At 7:08 you say no to an invitation that would feed your vanity and starve your work. You do not write a paragraph to be forgiven. You put a plate in the sink and hear how steady the water sounds when it hits porcelain. That is what a boundary sounds like. You build lanes so your thoughts do not swerve. Two hours for focus. Forty minutes for the body. Ten minutes to breathe without turning it into a ceremony. You hate the first fifteen. You keep going. Your mind flails like a fish and then remembers it is in a river. The clock becomes less of an enemy and more of a metronome. The cursor blinks. You put in the reps no one claps for. At 13:20 you eat real food at a table. Not a celebration, a promise. Protein, something green, salt that doesn’t flirt. You chew until you remember you have a jaw. The small pain at your temple relaxes. You put your phone in a drawer and the drawer does not scream. You are training your life to stop biting you back. There is the breaking point time. 16:37. You want the old sugar. The old scroll. The old person. You stand up. You walk to the sink. Cold water on wrists until the skull cools half a degree. You say out loud not like this. The urge is still there. You keep your hands busy anyway. You wipe the counter. You take out the trash. You do not argue with the weather inside you. You wait until it passes, because it always passes when you do not feed it. Locking in looks ridiculous from the outside. You cut your own hair with cheap scissors because appointments cost time you need for the page. You leave a party at 21:02 because your sleep is a mortgage you do not want to default on. You set your clothes out for the morning like a child and call it respect. You become the kind of person who knows exactly where the tape measure lives. You stop losing your keys because you stop pretending you are the kind of person who loses their keys. Discipline is not a mood. It is a manual. Write your rules on the fridge where recipes go. No phone before sunlight. One hard thing before noon. Eat sitting down. Apologize by fixing it where it broke. Move your body even when your head is loud. Put your money where your time needs to be. If you relapse, you do not perform grief for an audience. You start again at the next minute mark. Return is the muscle. At 18:55 you go where your breath changes shape. The track that smells like rubber and rain. The cheap gym with a fan that clicks. The stairs in your building that count for you. You do the ugly reps. Your legs fill with the good ache, the kind that takes noise out of your head. You are not chasing a body. You are chasing a nervous system that can hold a day without cracking. You will look arrogant to people who worship permission. You will look obsessive to people who have never been in love with anything that did not immediately love them back. You will be misunderstood by everyone who needs you to stay the character they cast you as. Let them keep their theater. You are busy becoming…

We don’t have Grootmans anymore . The people older than us are snaais and are not to be trusted

I really don't think the Youth understands how much the government is destroying and stealing from their future. I need them to wake up.

Aketse ne le expect'ile eng le voutela mapantiti

Khaping her to her ex-boyfriends funeral so she can mourn her love of her life properly

@elizabethkaiixx @MunstaMasta He sounds like Rorschach

One of the coolest tropes ever is when a character who relies on limited resources suddenly gains infinite resources, and they just start going crazy and beating ass

Let the bodies hit the flooooooooooooooooooorr

This is the coolest video I’ve seen all day ❤️

You gasping for air now ITS BEAUTIFUL

We can no longer accept these double-digit increases in electricity tariffs by Eskom, NERSA and municipalities! No South Africans, rich or poor, ever get salary increases above 6%! Are we funding corrupt tenders? We have to oppose this madness!

Read that again.

The way you spelled it out? There's an L in every lesson