👑Qhawekazi👑

@SusieM414141 I always have back up food when going to people’s events 🤷🏻‍♀️ I don’t wanna pass out from hunger shame. As a mom now it’s a must ! If your kid is hungry and you halfway through the program what are you going to do if you didn’t bring your kids food ?

If you take your 3 year old to a wedding do you think it’s ok if the mother brings McDonalds for him? I don’t see anything wrong with this but I know some people are going to say it’s rude.

A 15 year old is trying to get justice for her 6 year old sister who was graped by their transport driver. They live with their grandma, the perpetrator and his sister are threatening them. Im not popular but please share so this lands on the right people.Shes been trying since June.

@M0rgz___ Why is this saga still being dragged when both these people are no more? 🤔🤔

@AdvoBarryRoux This statement doesn’t make sense 🤧

Remember one of the video that we saw in Mozambique of South Africans being chased out of the restaurant. Here the restaurant has issued a statement about the incident.

Durban - KZN police are searching for a Malawian national following the alleged theft of jewellery and cash valued at approximately R1.01 million from a residence on Sunday, 12 July 2026. The suspect has been identified as Fatima Lawerence, 28, who is also believed to use the name Esther as reflected on her passport. She is travelling with her 5-year-old daughter. The employer stated Lawerence had worked as a domestic worker for about 7 years. Stolen items include old gold jewellery and several Kruger coins with significant sentimental value, plus R10,000 in cash. The theft was discovered after the family returned home at around 17:30. It is believed the suspect may be attempting to flee to Malawi. Anyone with information on Lawerence’s whereabouts is urged to contact the police. @SAPoliceService

@pmcafrica Ohh sevenzile Bhele 🥳🥳🥳🥳

Clapping for others until it's your time 🙏

@Osmoticdamage @SandileMakeba 😂😂😂 you are hurt let me not indulge you!

@Qhawe_lam @SandileMakeba A precious economy 🤔 you mean a your white master economy because a disproportionate amount of it belongs to them and the rest is divided among the rest. Remind me which precious economy you house nigga

Another group of South Africans has reportedly been chased out of a restaurant in Mozambique, with the owner telling them to return home and enjoy their vacation in their own country.

@Osmoticdamage @SandileMakeba We have absolutely no problem with that period! We will stay in our country that the rest of Africa fights to come stay illegally in. We are indeed a precious economy compared to many and a very precious most wanted country 😌😌

@Qhawe_lam @SandileMakeba Just stay in your countries we don't want you in any African countries whether illegally or legally? U unjustly kill your fellow Africans and expect to be welcome anywhere on the African continent. Do everything domestically and boost your so precious economy.

@nandisaa_ 13hrs hair was fighting for its livelihood 🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️

@justbraids_sa did me dirty & had me looking so crazy for my graduation. I only wore this wig ONCE for it to be in this state. The wig barely held a curl, even after just one wear, and it did not look like the product I purchased based on the pictures i sent to her before buying

@Benedic28871317 Small girl big God 🙏🥳🥳

I bought this jacket cash neh. Without any help from a man 😭😭😭😂

@MMORTON6 And it worked 🤘🏾😂😂😂

Over to you gents... 🇿🇦 #fifaworldcup2026 #weare26 #fifaworldcup

@Thandeka_14 @Phislash I think it depends on how critical your condition is….. my daughter was charged 11k for a 2km ride and she was critical 😷. Still can’t forget how Discovery came through for me yazi 🥹

Going through my hospital bill and I am struggling to understand why an ambulance cost 4.7k🤔Bare in mind that I can literally see the hospital they dropped me off at from my place😭😭

@destiny_ndlovu At Assemblies of God it would be inappropriate and at CRC it’s appropriate. Id wear it to both 😌

Is this dress appropriate for church? I saw a TikTok video people are bashing it.

@josiahjdp This was a great ready! I am following you now.

One of the neighbors heard that through the open breach and looked away in embarrassed horror. That, more than the handcuffs, seemed to break her. She cared very much about her audience. On the front lawn, under white tactical lights and a sky still threatening more rain, my family was walked out one by one while our neighbors watched from bathrobes, rain jackets, and the edges of hedges they had spent years trimming into perfection. The Holloways of Briar Glen Court. The elegant mother. The polished older daughter. The successful federal son-in-law. The beautiful house with the holiday wreaths and summer garden parties. All of it gone in a line of cuffs, lowered heads, and unmarked vehicles. I stood on the porch and did not look away. Not because I wanted revenge in that particular moment. Because I wanted truth to exist in public. That mattered more. Three days later, after twelve hours of statements, one grand jury prep session, three meetings with prosecutors, and a silence so deep I sometimes thought I could hear my own pulse moving through it, I came back to the house in daylight. The tape was down. The broken door had been boarded. The hydrangeas still needed trimming. The mail had piled up in the black iron box at the curb as if nothing extraordinary had happened there. Virginia suburbs are good at that. Disaster can live behind a brick façade while azaleas keep blooming right on schedule. I stood in the foyer and looked around. The place felt hollow. Not haunted. Just used up. I thought about the attic ladder. About the marble island. About my mother drinking my water while planning how to divide my money. About Derek saying she went up exactly where I told her to go. That sentence followed me more than anything else. Exactly where I told her to go. There are betrayals so deep they don’t feel like knives. They feel like architecture. Like something built around you so slowly and so deliberately that by the time you see it, you’re already inside it. I didn’t want to keep living inside that design. So I sold the house. Not because I needed the money. The trust had held. The emergency clause worked exactly as drafted. Derek never touched a dollar. The assets remained intact and insulated, and after the temporary review period was closed, control returned fully to me. I sold the house because no amount of repainting can make a place innocent again once you’ve heard people discuss your death inside it. My real estate attorney, a dry, efficient man from Bethesda who treated emotional ruin the same way he treated property lines, brought the papers to the front porch. A commercial redevelopment firm bought the lot below market for one reason only: speed. I signed without rereading the terms. Behind him, a yellow excavator idled at the curb. He glanced once over his glasses and asked, “Are you absolutely certain?” I looked past him at the second-floor window over the office. “Yes.” By noon the first machine bit into the side wall. The sound was strange—less like destruction and more like a verdict. I watched until the corner of the roof caved and one section of the upstairs disappeared into dust. Then I got in the car Naomi had arranged and let the driver take me to Dulles. I did not cry. I had cried once, much earlier, in the motel room, when I took off my wedding ring and finally understood that the person I had married never loved me more than he loved the access I represented. That had been the real funeral. Everything after was paperwork.

Part 2 🍿 (Final) Derek’s right hand drifted toward his jacket. Agent Cole quietly told the tactical team to hold. Then Derek said, with the weary bitterness of a man stripped down to the ugliest truth in him, “If you had done what you were supposed to do in the attic, I wouldn’t be standing here.” That was enough. Not emotionally. Legally. Agent Cole gave the signal. The pier exploded with light.

@sanelenkosiii @Xolani_Shamase Suited for each other 🤗

A new bombshell has allegedly entered Taxi Boss Bafana Sindane’s heart. Bafana is head over heels in love with Athandile Mnyaka. Since mid-last year, Athandile has been enjoying exclusive first-class trips & was doing wifey duties at Bafana’s birthday celebration this past weekend.

@Debry84 The only thing wrong here is her way of putting it otherwise kids needs comes first.

Sometimes you will curse the day you impregnated a fool. 😲 🫨

@Abdulrasheed_YK That’s a doll head

Omg, how did the bugs get into her head?

@chi_quiero Yhoooo that trimming 🤧🤧

I can't believe she didn't add extensions to make those braids 😯😯

@kabelomkansiP @miss_andisa She’s good and has natural beauty. She just needs to loosen up she is so stiff.

@miss_andisa She looks weird like idk how to describe her

Ay ngeke, stop the search. Mnikeni le nto.