THE HOUSE THAT FORGOT HOW TO LAUGH

 There was no love missing in our house, because there was no love left to miss.That was our secret. We were not sad. Sad would have been easier.In House 24, 2nd Street, Germiston - the Molefes were perfect.6:00 AM - Alarm. 6:15 AM - Mom in the kitchen. The sound of the spoon against the pot. Same pot. Same porridge. Every day for 7 years. 6:30 AM - Dad at the table. Phone brightness on his face. He nods at Mom. Mom nods back. That's their good morning. 6:45 AM - Me and Junior. We eat with the TV on mute. Mom says TV at breakfast rots your brain, so we watch the pictures move with no sound.No one shouts. No one throws plates. Our neighbors who scream at each other at night - they have more life than us.We just... live. We pay. We eat. We sleep. We repeat.Then Mrs. Khumalo gave us the project."Grade 4s, for Life Skills this week: Record 10 moments your family laughed together."I took my pink notebook home like it was gold.DAY 1 - Monday I wrote the date and waited. Dinner....

Violence in Soweto Maponya Mall Against Uber and Bolt Drivers.




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—into their own hands.

What kind of society are we becoming when human life is treated so cheaply? A child who grows up knowing that their parent was killed in such a savage manner will carry an unbearable bitterness. That bitterness can easily turn into anger, and that anger into revenge. We then create a dangerous cycle—one life lost today can spark ten crimes tomorrow.

This is how criminality grows. Violence begets more violence. Communities live in fear, trust in the law collapses, and our streets become breeding grounds for more bloodshed. If nothing changes, the ripple effect will spread until safety becomes a distant memory.

It is not just the responsibility of the police or government; it is our collective duty as a society to speak out, to protect one another, and to reject the normalization of such barbarity. Because if we stay silent, tomorrow’s tragedy will be worse than today’s.

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