Nomvelo
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Kopiko and this damn truck!!


Bathi into emnandi iyaphindwa so we're excited to announce Day 2 of Red Bull Symphonic 2026 🥳 If you didn't get tickets for day 1, now is your chance to experience a once in a lifetime night with Sun-El Musician, Dlala Thukzin and Chad Hendricks🎶 🗓️: 14 June 2026 📍: Montecasino 🎟️: computicket.com/event/red-bull… #RedBullSymphonic #RedBull #GivesYouWiiings


Most overrated country on earth



O jewa ke eng ?

Not to brag but I made this A repost will be appreciated



One day x.com/olamazdikki/st…

My heart still aches every time I think about them because nothing went wrong.Their love felt real and sincere 💔. It’s the biggest heartbreak and it still hurt!!!

Boys over flowers was the kdrama that introduced us to unrealistic romance standards and made Lee min Ho the crush of every girl 😀😀

she CHEWED him up like men just aren't smart i'm crying😭

In 2009, I walked into @StandardBankZA at Boulders Midrand with a simple plan. Save R500 every month. No touching it. No thinking about it. Just discipline on autopilot. First year at SABC as a broadcast technician. First real income. First attempt at being financially responsible. So I did what any serious saver would do. I created a system where I could forget the money even existed. Opened the account at the branch. Back when deposit slips still had authority. To activate it, they told me to deposit cash at the ATM. Fair enough. I deposited the money into what I believed was my brand new savings account. Got my paperwork. Felt official. Felt grown. Then I automated everything. Monthly transfers from FNB. No emotions. Just consistency. Four or five months later, curiosity got the better of me. I went back to the same branch to check my progress. I expected pride. Maybe even a small internal speech about discipline. Instead, I got: “There’s no account under your name.” At first I thought they were joking. I said, “Kanjani? I opened it here. I’ve been depositing every month.” They checked again. “You only had a Mzansi account. It’s closed.” Now the story starts to feel like a prank. Because I had receipts. I had a memory. And I had money leaving my FNB account like clockwork. I tried to escalate it. Meetings were set. Or at least… supposed to be. One bank manager never showed up. On my way back from that meeting, the envelope with all my paperwork disappeared. Taxi ride. One moment it’s there. Next moment… gone. No evidence. No account. No money trail I could prove. Case closed. Not by resolution. By exhaustion

