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What a toddler won't see from atop a tree the old man would see clearly sitting on the floor.

You can't run a conclusion based on grey hair or on unclear-looking eyes.

OP, you statement gave away your simplicity.

Try to be more objective next time.

Illiterates.

Go to school and stop issuing empty threats.

This is not calm and understanding Yar-adua, this is not clueless ansd docile GEJ, this is BUHARI and if you keep issuing empty warnings against the peace and tranquility of this great nation I can bet on you stupidity that 2016 will surely meet you beneath the soil.

Who do these pigs think they are??

Are Nigerians earning honest living fools?

If every youth begins to carry gun and lay threats do u fink u will smell 100naira in a day?? Rubbish!

I blame that idiot GEJ for empowering illerates!

Try anything and see how fast ur body wld be laid to rest on d streets. Heediiyorrts!

ShowYourCertificate:


I said it. APC and their general is still full of hate for the likes of AIT and others who exposed Buhari for who he truly is: A senile, certificateless and clueless dictator

Well, I have bad news for Buhari: this is democracy, you can't use Decree 4 as a weapon to suppress AIT and others for telling the truth . Deal with it and stop acting like a child

Shut the fvck up and show some respect for ur elders

Maybe her kpunja is too wide..

That wld b d only reason.

Thinking of leaving ur husband, have a rethink cos there are 99 hot girls out there ready to use a straw.

Someone shld pls tell this fool to stick her ass up her nose.

Greedy green!

J3da:
Smiles... Yes I am a proud rich gurl if you don't like it... Go throw yourself into the lagoon! My phones are working perfectly so why should I get a new one...? #hungrydude

Laughs out loud.

These "..." 3 dots u r soiling this page with, tell me something,

Is it ur phone failing or its just your mind falling asleep?

Ok

Ok

KanwuliaJara:
The way he is making noise without moving into Aso Rock yet kpa-kpa!
I think he is gonna be the WORST of the WORST!
A senile old man can only do so much!

Anyway, we all know he is a "front" for the Western Cabal who have used STOLEN , "oil money" to put him in Aso Rock, so they can sit in power and drain the oil wells pata-para!

Mtcheeeeeeeeeeew! Change my "clintoris"!
With the "GWOR-GWOR" Oshimgbade we make face like one "Cotounu GBOMO-GBOMO"?

Why the North is so DENSE as to accept another "2-term, LIVING CORPSE" beats my "imaginative-subconsciousness"!

Tufiaaaaaaaakwa!!!!!!

No be only Clintoris, na Hillarintoris and Billintoris

Greed

J3da:
Smiles... Yes I am a proud rich gurl if you don't like it... Go throw yourself into the lagoon! My phones are working perfectly so why should I get a new one...? #hungrydude

Doh??

Your comments are filled with upercases wrongly placed.

DO U NEED MORE LIGHT?

lestat:
Urk.....excuse me, I just vomited my breakfast all over my table, Pardon me but I have...to.... urk!!!!
Sorry I just vomited again

Stop eating, stop typing comments and

go see ur doctor fast.

komzyb:
no o,my guardians provides me with that#dey don't want me to hv any xcuse of being in any affair

Now this is a certified dumb response.

Still trying to figure out what relationship airtime has wif affair.

No oh, see eh. Dis year 2015,some girls will not slow me down wif embarrassing mentality oh. I refuse to ponder further on this comment.

komzyb:
no o,my guardians provides me with that#dey don't want me to hv any xcuse of being in any affair

Now this is a certified dumb response.

Still trying to figure out what relationship airtime has wif affair.

No oh, see eh,dis year 2015,some girls will not slow me down wif embarrassing mentality oh. I refuse to ponder further on this comment.

J3da:
Smiles... You wish... Just reminding you thAt some lAdies don't give room to poor and Immature dudeS like you to use the Slightest opportunity you hv to insult the lAdy folks! And it's poor dudes like you thAt naG over the little things you do for ladies... If you want more insult be free to quote my post again... #winks

Calm down and walk to a phone shop to get urself a new phone or better still, a new keypad #richgirl

JaneYave:
Smiles,funny dude!

I cn jst imagine u saying dis, rubbing @unibenstudents head like a puppy whose jst bn fed wif milk.

A disgrace to uniben..coming from an alumini

J3da:
Unfortunately I Am A lady n rechArge btween 500/1k when I recharge, na your kind dey send chic 100/200 9redit! Plus it's your kind thAt sends voice notes And co insteAd of cAlling... Mtcheww

500 to 1000naira sef don get bragging ryt??

Shuu?

komzyb:
Not all girls,i don't beg niggas for airtym,i recharge my phone and i call alot,is just part of me,most of my friends likes flashing me,and i do the calling,i dnt run out of airtym#thats me 4 u ooo

Ok? So is that something we should brag about?

It's like saying "I talk alot,its jst part of me,most of my friends raise their hands to signal my attention when they want to talk to me. I do the talking, I dnt get tired#thats me for u ooo"

before nkor?? who's shld speak for u??

Have we bn so impoverished that we see speaking to someone as an investment worthy of note??

#food4Thought to all talkative. Take a moment to think of how intelligent you wld appear if u had to buy airtime anytime u open ur mouth to talk.

himkers:
[size=14pt]They call God [/size]

Not funny.

Try nt using the Almightys name in vain ok?

Morals101: definitely ws asleep

Unibenstudent:
if I face u,ur name will change from son of mark to son of injuries..

Weakling

Unibenstudent:
if I face u,ur name will change from son of mark to son of injuries..

Stop 'ifing' and defend ur pride.

Nor b u get mouth toast girl jst now??

U don dey run abi?

TheSonOfMark:

You're special, you know why? It's because angels wept the day you were born 'cause they knew your mum laboured in vain.

Kaii..omo see head-shot.

Do u hv a tailored response for every dumb-wit? Or r u jst reading off a book?

TheSonOfMark:

Dimwit, I know you wouldn't resist the lure to display your ingrained butt-licking foolery.

I dunno bt I like your wordplay..


Oh, & thanks for getting those words off my chest for a 2nd time this month.

Afarozy:
Who do u want to read dis ur story. Why not us it n write novel instead of taking anoda peoples space

Instead of taking anoda peoples space
ah ah??

who taught u dis nasty grammer??

Firm proof u actually need to read more.

What the heck are our youths turning into?

Ah ah very toxic construction of english yet in a failed attempt to criticize ur helper.

Geeezzzz..

fretnot:
My name is Lovelyn Chidinma Nwadeyi. I am a Nigerian. Born in Nigeria to two Nigerian parents. Raised in Queenstown, Eastern Cape by those same Nigerian parents right up until I completed my Bachelors at Stellenbosch.
Lovelyn Chidinma Nwadeyi
Lovelyn Chidinma Nwadeyi. Photo: supplied

Growing up in South Africa, I was always reminded by those around me that I was different to everyone else. In primary school, I had a much darker complexion than I do now, and super white teeth – the telling marks of a foreigner that betray you even when you put on your best English accent. It is just too obvious.

I bear citizenship of both worlds. I speak fluent Xhosa, Igbo, Afrikaans and English. I can make sense of Tswana and Sotho. I enjoy a good braai, I love vetkoek and bunny-chow. I can’t get enough of Bokomo WeetBix, I love Ouma’s rusks and I can pull off my panstulas with any outfit on a lazy Saturday when I want to head to town. I am the first to break it down with the ngwaza and the dombolo at the sound of some decent house music or kwaito be it in Pick n Pay or at a party.

I can sokkie and I enjoy it (albeit with my two left feet). My darkest moments can be reversed by koeksisters and a cup of rooibos tea any day. I can jump between the high pitched and arguably annoying accents of some Constantia moms, the lank kif and apparently sophisticated English of my Hilton brothers and the heavy accents of my fellow Eastern Capers. I can attempt the fast paced, lyrical Afrikaans of my coloured brothers in the Cape and I can serve you the best butternut soup you have ever known.

I am as South African as you need me to be.

But my ability to navigate all these spaces did not just happen. Learning to blend into all these spaces was a matter of survival for me.

You see from the day I set foot in Queenstown and started primary school, it was always made very clear to me that I was an outsider. I only had white friends from my first few years in school, because the other black girls couldn’t understand why I was black but only spoke in English. They thought I thought I was better than them. So I spent most of my breaks humbly eating my peanut butter and strawberry jam sandwich, surrounded by those who had Melrose cheese and Provita Crackers with Bovril and/or marmite sandwiches in their lunchboxes. The rest of the time I spent alone, save the few brave souls of similar complexion who tried to befriend me.

What nobody knew was that for the first three years of my life in South Africa, my little brother and I barely saw my dad more than twice a month. What was he doing absent from the home, other than selling pillowcases, duvets and bedsheets, from door to door on foot through the streets, villages and side roads of the old Transkei and Ciskei? My father would leave the house on Monday mornings after him and my mom got us ready for school, and he would be gone for days and weeks, selling the few pillowcases and bedsheets he had from door to door. On foot. We were never sure when he would return. But when he did, we were always more grateful for his safety and aliveness than anything else.

From Queenstown to Cala, Umtata, Qumbu, Qoqodala, Whittlesea, Mount Fletcher, King Williamstown, Mdantsane, Bhisho, Indwe, Butterworth, Aliwal North and even as far as Matatiele and Kokstad. There are so many other places he went to that I do not even know.

That is how my parents put us through school, until they saved up enough money to open their own little shop where they then started selling sewing machines, cotton and then community phones. Then sweets and chips and take-aways; and then hair products and the list goes on and on. It was on this that I was able to go through primary school, high school, and university. My parents have no tertiary education; it was only in their late 40s that both of them decided to register for part-time studies at Walter Sisulu to get their Diplomas. Note: Diplomas.

It took them four years, because they were busy trying to keep their kids in school, and keep selling their sweets and sewing machines while attempting to dignify their efforts with a degree.

My story is not unique – it is the story of most foreigners in South Africa. Very few foreigners come into SA with skills that make them employable here. Unless you are a medical doctor, an academic and maybe an engineer or well-established businessman before coming here, your chances of getting meaningful employment in SA are as limited as those of the United States letting Al-Qaeda members off the hook – almost impossible.

Most foreigners come to SA with the ability to braid hair, carve wood, or sell fruits, veggies, clothes, fizz pops, carpets and soap before they can find their feet here. Some are graduates…but what can another African degree do for you in SA? And any foreigner in SA will tell you that that is the truth. All of us started from below the bottom. Doing work that carries no dignity, no respect and very little financial gain. But when you have left or lost everything that you know and love and end up in a foreign land as unwelcoming in its laws and restrictions as South Africa, you have little choice available to you.

I can bet you that there is not up to 10% of South Africans who would be willing to do the menial and embarrassing work my parents and other foreigners did for as long as they did it, and for as little as they did it, were you to ask them today. So it annoys me, to the deepest part of my being when I see a South African open their mouth and cry “foul” against innocent foreigners. Let’s discuss this:

Arachnophobia – the fear of spiders.

Claustrophobia – the fear of small/tight/enclosed spaces.

Xenophobia – the fear of foreigners.

However individuals who are afraid of spiders do not go around killing spiders, rather they avoid spiders. Equally, individuals who are afraid of small and tight spaces do not go around trying to eliminate the existence of small spaces.

Thus xenophobia does not by definition imply the killing of foreigners. Yet, we continue to label this current wave of killings and murders in SA as xenophobic – and now the cooler term – “Afrophobic” attacks. Can we please just get real? What is happening in SA is a genocide, a genocide fuelled by a deep-seated hatred for which no single foreigner is responsible.

Before, you say this is too extreme, allow me to explain.

Genocide is the systematic/targeted killing of a specific tribe or race.

In South Africa’s case, this would be the senseless killings of non-South Africans, mostly those of African origin and some Pakistani, Bangladeshi and other non-African minorities.

I think the government, South African and international media are being too cowardly to call it what it is. They know what is going on in South Africa and yet they refuse to acknowledge it for fear of who knows what. Is it because their numbers are not high enough? Should we wait until a few good hundred thousand foreigners have been murdered before we speak the truth?

So now the value of human lives is being reduced to a debate on politically correct terms and phrases to protect certain interests. People are being butchered in the streets, and the country is worrying about bad PR. I hate that now, on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, everyone is now trying to say, “Oh no, it’s not all South Africans that are doing this, hey. Just a few of those people there.” South Africans are trying to distance themselves from what is happening in their own backyards as though it is of any consolation to those watching their family members being sizzled in rubber rings. As if that is what matters – true South African style.

This is not the first wave of attacks of this nature in South Africa. In fact, the 2008 attacks were much worse in terms of raw numbers of casualties suffered than these have been so far. The issue of xenophobia is not a new one in SA. However, the differentiator in 2015 is that this wave is backed by a strong ideology; that somehow these attacks can be and are justified.

An ideology that sees merit in the argument that foreigners are stealing the jobs of locals, that they are stealing their women, that these “makwerekwere” are the cause of most ills in South African society.

It is a shame how uninformed and how baseless these arguments are. Foreigners do not and CANNOT steal jobs in SA. Do you know how hard it is to get South African papers, just to get into the country – not to talk of getting a work permit and convincing any company to take on the cost of employing you as a foreigner? Unless you have some freaking scarce skills in the country – it just does not happen like that.

Secondly, just shut up and stop it. South Africans who embibe these arguments are lazy. There is a disgusting entitlement that is attached to this notion that jobs can be stolen. This implies that there are jobs waiting for you – of which there are none.

There are no freaking jobs waiting for anyone. Pick up a bucket and start washing cars. Put on your shoes and walk through your streets, sell tomatoes, eggs and tea – anything people eat, they will buy. Or pick up a book, hustle your way into university, work for a scholarship and get yourself an education. But stop this senselessness. Nobody is stealing your jobs.

I got my first job when I was 11-years-old. I worked on the school bus in my town. I collected money for the bus driver, wrote out receipts and kept order on the bus. I didn’t get paid much, but it helped me learn first that nothing comes easy, I learnt to be responsible and accountable to someone else. Secondly it helped me pay for little extramural expenses I did at school which were not the priority for my parents at the time (and rightly so). In ‘varsity, even though I had a tuition bursary, I worked two part-time jobs and one contract job for the entire three years at Stellenbosch so I could pay for my good, clothes and some additional materials etc. Yes my parents supported me as best they could, but naturally, part of growing up is that you don’t bother your parents for every Rand you need.

So people see me and my family now, several years later driving a decent car and living in an average house and they say, “Ningama kwekwere, asinifuni apha. Niqaphele, aningobalapha.”

“You are foreigners, we do not want you here. You better watch out, you are not of this place,” – unaware of and unwilling to hear of the years of struggle and hustle that came with the decent car and the average house. [Which, by the way, you can never fully own as SA law now restricts ownership of property by foreigners – but that is another discussion.]

And what has been the government’s response to the worsening unemployment and crime situation in the cities and suburbs that incites this violence and dissatisfaction amongst its people? To tighten immigration laws, border controls and any little room the foreigner may have had to just maybe survive in the menacing streets of Johannesburg. As if that is where the problem began.

Is it not the way our economy is structured? That there is limited room for unskilled labour in the workforce? That those who are not vocationally trained must then settle for employment outside of their existing areas of knowledge such as artisans, plumbers and electricians – whereas these skills are equally needed in a developing economy? That we have this thing called BEE which in practice just ensures that the Black bourgeoisie get wealthier by hook or by crook while still protecting and cushioning the impact of democracy on old, white money and big business?

Is it really the little Ethiopian man with his spaza shop that is threatening your progress na Bhuthi? Is it really the Nigerian woman who braids hair and sells Fanta that is stealing your job and place in your own land na Sisi? I can’t deal.

If none of these arguments have merit for you, then think of the fact that during apartheid, Nigeria spent thousands of dollars on the ANC protecting and moving its members across borders; Angola, Mozambique, Tanzania, Burundi, Zambia, Zimbabwe, Botswana, Kenya, Rwanda, Uganda all housed, supported and/or trained struggle heros with open arms and with no strings attached. How dare South Africans forget how much Africans did for them during apartheid. How dare you!

South Africans, go and learn your history. When you have read your history, then please teach the correct version to your children. Let them know that Africa helped put SA where it is now. Let them know that all blacks are not Xhosa or Zulu, but that that is irrelevant to the amount of dignity you accord to another human being. Teach your children that they must work for everything they want to have except your love as a parent. Teach your children that they are nothing without their neighbour – stop being selective about who Ubuntu applies to and does not. Teach them the truth about you.

The greatest enemy of the black man has always been himself. Not the colonialists. Not the apartheid architects. Only himself.

And as long as you refuse to take responsibility for where you are now, you will remain there. Kill us foreigners or not, it actually makes very little difference to your fortunes in life, people of Mzansi.

Lovelyn Nwadeyi
20 April 2015

A beautiful mind..

A proud Nigerian model.

God bless your parents for their contribution
to this world in the person of Lovelyn Nwadeyi

Don't worry, u will soon be stepped on by a BIG TOE.

Fulaboy:
and miss cowgirl too prick rider

You rily need @SonOfMark to comment on this..seriously got me cracked up

TheSonOfMark:

Everytime I come across an analogy by you, rehab is what first comes to mind...then detox. What have you been sniffing?

So some people rily talk like me..hmmm

MzNelly:
All I read was "Meek, quiet and docile."

Kuku buy a pet dog or something.

If a pet dog can bend for me, then that would really save me some money. Comet to think of it, it's cost effective cos I dnt get 2 cope wif nagging. Thank you.

chowlade:
Thank God sex is not among

Na only dah one u remember

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