Gerald Mashosho

You cannot use hate speech, incite violence and then claim you are not responsible for the violence caused by your rhetoric. You cannot march around looting and beating South Africans who do not speak like you or look like you and then be surprised that you inspired harm.

TikTok: Puedo tener acceso a tus contactos. Yo: No gracias. TikTok a los 10 minutos: Mira, a lo mejor conoces a esta persona de tus contactos.

The Rwandan genocide started exactly like this.

Bafana Bafana’s biggest opponent at the World Cup is safa 🙃

Man those Hyrox organizers must be making serious money. Making people pay to exercise, no cash prize in sight or goodie bags just a little card to take home. That's a clean scam ngl😮‍💨🫰🏾

Tribalism against Tsonga and Venda people is treated the same way white people treat racism. It seems like we’re being dramatic when we speak about it, like it’s non existent while we are living in the reality of it every day.

One of the most terrifying images in history: a transformation from life to death. Gaza in 2023 and 2026!

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“ I called Mam’ Baleka…I said Mama, I wanna study, i need money..”

My poor baby 💔 yesterday they murdered Nonhlanhla's little brother for being tsonga and for speaking Xitsonga like seriously??? Some of you are really evil 😭😭I'm in so much pain

🚨BREAKING🚨 Public funding disclosures show that the DA and ActionSA have received donations from some of the same major funders, sharing the same wealthy donors while doing so little to help the poor. One can’t help but feel sorry for their poor Black voters.

With their PR budget, they really should do better.

On her graduation day, she remembered the woman who made her. A beautiful picture 🎓❤️🎉

I got a call on a Sunday afternoon. It was a friend of mine who has been living with depression and suicidal ideation. In the call all he said was "Dude, I am not fine. I am losing it". He didn't need to say more. I told him I am coming over and the first thing we are doing is checking in his firearm at the police station and then we can sit and talk. He lives about 1h30mins away and when I arrived he had already handled the firearm part. I won't say where he lives because that 1h30m will show that I was avoiding a funeral more than I was avoiding speeding tickets. His wife was not around for the weekend so it was me, him and his kids. We left them watching TV and went to sit by a corner. We talked. About everything besides the call he made earlier. Not because I wasn't curious but because after living with depression too I know that I don't always want a questionnaire. Or explain triggers that don't make sense. Or explain that sometimes I don't even understand why I feel that way I do. In fact, he was going through some of the best few months of his life when he made that call. New house, business going well... To the outside world he didn't "qualify" for depression. The elephant in the room was there but we were laughing. I think the elephant was laughing too. Months later he made a facebook post about that moment and we could joke about it now. Publicly. Not knowing that the simple act of sitting in that corner talking about shit was exactly why he called. Too often when a low point in depression hits, we feel like we are talking to people we have to qualify our state to. People who mean well. But I don't know why I want my world to end. And even if I do, it is not always this great big thing that most people would think "Okay, it makes sense why you feel this way". The other reason for this is that depression, like any illness, wants to live. It will do whatever it can to survive. Depression lies to you and tells you that you're a burden, that nobody actually cares and that reaching out will only make things worse. It's not avoidance. It's the illness doing exactly what it's designed to do. Live. Make you isolated. And he actually is right about being a burden because he still hasn't reimbursed me for my petrol. Umuntu feeling suicidal nge mampara week knowing he lives in another province 😭 Ngiyayifuna imali yam ye Petrol na ma Tollgate 😭😭😭

new jazz venue @SankayiLounge — what a vibe

“They said namaste & everything” like what were you expecting at the end of class “aight homies we out” 😭😭

Tembisa Social Run 🙏🏿

Massive round of applause for Moïse Kouame after his loss at Roland Garros 17 years old, but he already plays with so much heart that it’s impossible not to be a believer He will be exactly where he wants to be one day Well done, young man. 🇫🇷🥹

I once lived in Mpumalanga, Kinross, Secunda for one year, in 2012. While I was there, I tried to get involved in Community projects. One project was a "Community garden" in a school yard, started by a Primary school teacher, the aim being to teach her learners how to plant and grow vegetables. Later, the kids' parents were invited to get involved in tending the garden, weeding, watering, and then allowed during weekends after doing the work, we would take some spinach, carrots, pumpkins home. This was a way of putting some food on the table and alleviating hunger. The teacher had sought permission from the school Principal to use the piece of land. The teacher's husband was a Sasol employee, he held a senior position at Sasol. He was very supportive to his wife, bought water pipes and watering cans, seeds, whatever was needed, he just sponsored the project from their pockets. There was an informal settlement emerging around the school, so the parents of these kids came from that informal settlement. When I came on board, I saw potential for the mothers who were part of the project to organize themselves into a Cooperative. I wanted them to own the project when I leave, since I wasn't going to be there for long. At the time I still believed in the government promise of supporting Cooperatives. So I thought maybe they could get support from government too. Sasol, through the teacher's husband, heard about the project and were entertaining the idea of assisting from their CSI with some resources, a possible borehole, and grow the project to a point where they could supply one or two of their kitchens with vegetables. It was early stages, but it had potential. Then, the Chairperson of the SGB, who happened to also be an ANC Women's league Chair in the area, and a girlfriend of the principal, heard about the Sasol offer. Suddenly there was interest because they thought money was coming. She called me and some of the ladies from the project to talk. In the meeting she suggested to us that she would like to report on this project as an ANC Women's League initiative. I was like what?? 😂 I said no ways, this is a community project, it has nothing to do with any political party or affiliation to anyone. To cut the long story short, the project was then sabotaged, the teacher was harassed, told to present in every SGB meeting about the "funds received from Sasol". There were no funds. We were called "outsiders" not welcome on the school premises. I used to run at the time, just for exercise. My heart would bleed when I go for my runs, passing the school and seeing those cabbages rotting there. They had no decency to at least let the parents to come and harvest those vegetables. I left Secunda later that year, only to receive a call that one of the ladies who was in the leadership of the project had died of a heart attack. I couldn't attend the funeral, but I was sad and angry. 😏

Only legends can easily understand what happened here 😂😂😂