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“You will die single.” I don’t understand. Do people die in groups now?

Anonymous: Anonymous: This week, I was at a water park with my family when a teenager untied the top of my bikini from behind, as a "prank." I turned around and slapped him hard. I'm 32 years old. I was in the shallow pool with my daughter, trying to teach her how to swim, when I suddenly felt someone yank sharply on the strings of my swimsuit. Before I could even understand what was happening, the fabric came loose. I turned around and saw this boy, about 16 or 17 years old, standing there. He had a disgusting smirk on his face, holding the strings of my bikini in his hand, and laughing with his buddies like he'd just pulled off the prank of the year. I didn't even think. My hand hit his cheek before my brain could catch up. It was a really hard slap. His smirk vanished instantly. He stumbled back, both hands on his face, while his friends went dead silent. And then the yelling started. His parents appeared out of nowhere. His mother started screaming that I'd "assaulted a child." His father threatened to call the police. He called me a "hysterical woman" and said I had no right to hit a minor. The security guards and lifeguards rushed over. The boy's parents demanded I be arrested for assault and battery. They said they were going to press charges and called me a "violent woman" who had "no right" to touch their son. I told them to check the surveillance cameras. The angle that shows how he grabbed the top of my swimsuit. They should go question the witnesses: my husband, Julien, saw it; another mother saw it too. I told the parents clearly: if they wanted to press charges against me for the slap, I'd press charges against their son for sexual harassment. For stripping me in front of my daughter and complete strangers, and for touching me without my consent. We were all asked to leave the pool. I was sitting in the car, shaking and humiliated, clutching my top tightly closed against me, while my husband drove home in silence. Then he finally said: "Did you really have to hit him that hard? He's just a kid. You probably could've just yelled. Now we might end up with charges against us." Just a kid. A kid who thought it was funny to half-strip a woman in public. A kid whose parents have clearly taught him that a woman's body is a playground for "stupid jokes." Am I wrong for reacting with my hands instead of words when a stranger yanked on my clothes to expose me? And for refusing to apologize for defending my dignity in front of my daughter?

Pick n Pay is not a serious store. They asked me to punch in my SmartShopper number, they don't scan the barcode. 16 numbers? 🤧 You telling me people do that every time!? Jokers

What is actually scary here is that these two are NOT related! 😳 Makazole Mapimpi x Dr Zamokuhle Magubane (UKZN).

Lieutenant General Nhlanhla Mkhwanazi ehleli ne Mayor yase Tshwane u Dr Nasiphi Moya. My General my General

Residents of the Limpopo in the small community of Skororo have raised concerns after discovering that local man, Mr. Matome "Plate Commander" Phasha, has attended every funeral, lobola negotiation, unveiling, memorial service, prayer meeting and post-burial gathering within a 50-kilometre radius for the past 32 years.

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. 😏

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What’s his name comrades? 🔥

Wow She's so talented! Her Name is khitha ,She is a self taught crocheter from Eastern Cape. Look at the items she made With Just a Wool👏👏

PICS: The political leadership of the Enoch Mgijima Local Municipality in Queenstown in the Eastern Cape says it has met with the leadership representatives of the Ethiopian community to introduce themselves to the municipality with the aim of building healthy, working relations with the municipality and government. The delegation of the municipality was led by Mayor Madoda Papiyana from the ANC - KZN Tonight Podcast