Editor : JoeVud (Joseph V)

 In the heart of Mamelodi, life moves fast, and every street corner carries its own secrets. People hustle, struggle, and survive in different ways. Among these stories was one that shook the kasi, whispered in taxis, taverns, and spaza shops. There was a woman, married but living under strain. Her husband had been without work for a long time, trying but failing to provide. She was loyal, but hunger and needs do not wait. At work, she found a friend—one of those so-called “work husbands.” He noticed when she was down, stepped in when there was no bread at home, paid for her hair, nails, and other small luxuries that made her feel whole again. But there was a line she never crossed. Her heart was still at home with her husband, and her loyalty remained, even though she leaned on another man for support. The “work husband,” however, read it differently. He believed all his giving, all his help, was building something deeper. In his mind, she belonged to him. He thought one day, ...

In a nation scarred by war, a new kind of gathering is offering hope. Syrians from across the diaspora returned to Damascus for the Information and Technology Advancement Forum , determined to chart a technological future for their homeland. These were not politicians or generals, but engineers , scientists , and entrepreneurs who had built careers abroad. They carried with them not just expertise, but a belief that Syria could rise again — through innovation, education, and digital progress. At the forum, discussions ranged from artificial intelligence in healthcare , to renewable energy for communities , to coding lessons for schoolchildren . Every session carried the same conviction: technology is more than wires and screens — it is the lifeline of a new Syria. Beyond ideas, the gathering symbolized something deeper: unity. Syrians, once scattered across continents, stood together again, committed to channeling their skills back home. “Rebuilding Syria will not happen overnight,”...

 Yesterday I attended Feli Nandi's show at Hard Rock Café in Sandton, Johannesburg — and what a night it was. The show was epic. Just when we thought the legacy of voices like Chiwosino Maraire was gone, Feli reminded us that the genre lives on.  https://x.com/NandiFeli?t=p7yxFWzqtvHM6HD13b-QPg&s=08 Feli Nandi is the real deal. The woman is good — her voice, her energy, her ever-smiling presence lit up the whole stage. She’s a true people’s person. The crowd fed off her vibe and she gave it right back. Flanked by friends and fellow artists like Joe Thomas (yes, the Joe Thomas of “I Wanna Know”), Makhadzi and others, she held her own and more. It’s worth it to attend her shows — you leave feeling uplifted. She performed to a fully packed café. Zimbabweans came out strong to support the gig. Some were dressed traditionally, proudly showing off culture. I remember one couple in matching colors — it was beautiful to see. Feli herself was dressed in white, glowing under the lig...

 The wait is over. Stadium gates swing open, the floodlights blaze, and the anthem rings through the air like a long-lost melody. Scarves rise, chants swell, and every corner of the pitch hums with energy. The Premier League has returned. Saturdays feel alive again. Streets buzz with anticipation, pubs throb with cheers, and living rooms glow with the familiar green of the pitch. The rhythm of the season pulses through homes, cities, and hearts. Every whistle, every tackle, every last-minute goal brings back the colour that had faded during the long off-season. The empty spaces in calendars are once again filled with fixtures, predictions, and passionate debates. Normality has returned — not through routine, but through ritual. The Premier League is back, and life, in all its vibrant chaos, is restored. Its time for woman to know that remote controls for Televisions  belongs to man.  Woman TAKE a Back seat. 

 In the heart of Africa lies the Democratic Republic of Congo , a land so breathtakingly beautiful and unimaginably rich that it could, in theory, be one of the wealthiest countries on Earth. Beneath its fertile soils lies a treasure chest of minerals — cobalt , gold , diamonds , coltan , copper — resources the modern world depends on for everything from smartphones to electric cars. The rivers roar with hydroelectric potential , the forests teem with biodiversity , and the land could feed millions if harnessed well. And yet… the people remain poor. Decades of political instability, corruption, and exploitation have strangled the nation’s potential. Successive governments, instead of using the country’s wealth to build schools, hospitals, roads, and industries, have treated public office like a personal gold mine. The riches flow out — to foreign corporations, to private offshore accounts — while the streets of Kinshasa and the villages of Kivu cry out for clean water, decent ...

Yesterday, two cars were set ablaze in what appears to be a calculated and brutal attack. Witnesses say armed men carrying AK-47 rifles approached, blocked the vehicles, and without hesitation, hurled petrol bombs inside—knowing full well that there were people trapped within. Flames engulfed the cars within seconds, leaving no chance for escape. Somewhere tonight, a home sits in silence. A mother is trying to explain to her children why their father will never walk through the door again. She has no words to make sense of the violence, only tears. The children, too young to fully understand, will one day learn the truth: that their father was murdered in cold blood while simply trying to make an honest living. The victims were not criminals. They were not gang members. They were people just like you and me—working hard to provide, paying their dues, harming no one. Yet their lives were snatched away by individuals who believe they have the right to take justice—or rather vengeance—i...