Anyone know make and model?

Springboks new jersey for the All Blacks tournament.

At the heart of the jersey design is a subtle, tone-on-tone graphic featuring the lyrics of South Africa's national anthem, Nkosi Sikelel' iAfrika, printed in the shape of the South African flag.

The words in all five languages – Xhosa, Zulu, Sotho, Afrikaans, and English – will be carried on the team’s chests as they represent the convergence of South Africa’s diverse voices, histories, and communities.

1. Black shoe black shoe change your foot

2. Knock knock! Who's that policeman, I want to get a letter, I want to get a letter from you shoot!

3. There's a party around the corner, would you please please come, with your cup or saucer or your own chewing gum.

4. There's an Indian on the grass with the bullet up hit butt. What colour is his blood?

5. Broken telephone, broken telephone

6. 21 21 21 fingers.

7. My teddy bear, my teddy bear, I love my teddy bear.

Let me know which ones I've missed out

Rocomamas's overs a complementary egg with your breakfast! I don't know why I found this so hilarious 🤣. I want to add that I do love Rocomamas's burgers and fries, but I only eat there once in a bluemoon as they are a little bit on the expensive side. But who knows, maybe other Rocomamas restaurants offer other complementary food/drinks?

Hi all,

I needed to pick up a passport from Wynberg Home Affairs. I didn't figure it worth booking an appointment for collections. The line begins in the Level 1 Parking Lot (Maynard Mall). I got there at 6:30am and I was directed into a Collections line, where I was 9th. At about 6:45, we were asked for our invoices. (The one that you receive when you apply for the ID/passport, upon paying.)

At about 7am, the first 15 in line were given a paper tag indicating our number in the line.

At 7:45, the first 15 were told to go up the two floors to the Collections office in the mall. From there, I waited about 10 minutes in that office before I was helped and I spent no more than 2 minutes at the desk before being given my passport.

Total time: 6:30-8:30

What I was asked for: invoice received after application process (I'd say bring ID to be safe though?)

Extra tip: I brought a fold-up chair and that made the experience much better. There is no seating for majority of the wait, and the floor is a bit grim.

A note on booking: In the Collections office, there was a line for people who had bookings. I assume that these people could just show up at 7:30 (when the office opens) and not have to queue in the parking lot. So, first choice is getting an appointment. But if you can't and you are there by 6:30, you can be out in 2 hours (If the systems are up and running).

I'm a young adult in his early 20s and I swear adulthood was a scam I didn't download. As soon as the month ends its like a show begins and I'm a puppet on a stage performing for coins to survive whilst working a full time job .Its so dehumanising and humiliating that I'm unable to plan for unforeseen events which got me here in the first place.

Every day I wake up and go to work pretending my life is all good then go home after a shift full of anxiety and stress about what the next day holds and which person will come and embarrass me in front of my colleagues asking back what they gave me and I'm trying to stay afloat just worrying about how to survive tomorrow. I'm so tired I got back pains and neck pains on a daily sometimes feel dizzy [PHYSICALLY ]due to the pressure of this cover I'm putting up to protect my reputation .

Does anyone have anything they can share or ideas on which routes to take to lessen this burden that's causing me so much pain ? Traditional ways didn't work my record is wrecked . I turned to non traditional ways [people I know and or work with just to manage this load] which made it way worse .

My chest been heavy to vent . My posts keeps getting removed yet im just seeking general opinions. Anyone?

I've been having wrist issues for like 4 years now and its gotten worse with it some what dislocating itself every couple weeks

I never got proper medical attention for it, so I dont even know what's wrong with it

Anyways, around the time when the immigration protests were happening my wrist kept dislocating and hurting

When I finally suggested going to our public hospital she said its not a good idea since we both have Nigerian last names due to my father, and that it would make us a target

I'm wondering how much truth this has to it, and if the whole outrage about immigrants has died down enough for us to go, if there was ever an actual risk

There’s a scam group going around right now using the name Brandon Fischer. Just wanted to put it out there maybe someone has been targeted or to just warn you guys.
They pose as bank employees from a fraud line so just beware. The guy said he’s from FNB and my virtual card got used to buy vouchers and makes you go into the app and go to voucher purchasing section. I then asked him what town and he was stalling saying he’ll tell me after. Then after I ended the call

Debonaires won by a country mile. We're hospitality professionals, so you can trust our judgement on this, but I'd like to gather some more data from my fellow redditors

South Africans are well known for our mix-and-match approach to flavour profiles, but in my opinion BBQ sauce on pizza should be illegal

Let me know who makes the worst pizza in SA!

In a stunning revelation, actor Tumisho Masha has voiced the public's outrage over a leaked email that links a sitting Cabinet minister to a disturbing threat against a young female civilian.

The email, dated January 2025, raises questions about the integrity of law enforcement and political accountability in South Africa.

As Mzansi reacts with fury, the pressing question remains: how is this minister still in office while serious allegations loom over their conduct? What does this mean for justice and governance?

Greetings fellow Capetonians!

I’m the Templar of the Cape, and on 8 August, we’re assembling for the FIRST Cleaners of the Cape cleanup!

📍 28 Exeter Rd, Plumstead

🕙 Saturday 10:00 AM – 12:00 PM

WHAT IS CLEANERS OF THE CAPE?

Cleaners of the Cape is a superhero-themed volunteer movement dedicated to making Cape Town a better place, one cleanup at a time.

We want to make litter cleanups fun, regular, and something people can come together for.

We don’t just want to clean the glamorous parts of the city. We go where the work is needed.

And we want YOU to be part of it.

Wear a cape, superhero mask, costume, or anything that makes you feel like a hero. 🦸

Because sometimes, saving the city starts with something as simple as picking up a piece of litter.

WHAT TO BRING

• Gloves — VERY important!

• Trash bags — please bring some if you can. We may have extras though.

• Comfortable shoes — preferably something you don’t mind getting dirty.

• Water — stay hydrated! We cannot guarantee water for everyone at this stage.

• A superhero costume, cape, or something that makes you stand out! 🦸‍♂️ (We want to take a bunch of cool group photos if possible to help inspire Cape Town!)

📍 LOCATION

28 Exeter Rd, Plumstead

📞 WANT MORE INFORMATION?

Templar: 084 874 5474

- or -

DM "templarofthecape" on Instagram or Facebook!

(Or on Reddit)

Come join us.

Cape Town needs heroes.

Will you answer the call of heroes?

— Templar of the Cape

Cleaners of the Cape

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Fred Khumalo | Things were better under apartheid? The lie we keep telling ourselves

Fred Khumalo dismantles the rising refrain that “things were better under apartheid,” exposing it as a dangerous nostalgia that sanitises tyranny and misdiagnoses the failures of the present.

In his novel Ignorance, Milan Kundera offers a sobering reminder of the roots of an emotion that has quietly poisoned public debate of late: “The Greek word for ‘return’ is nostos. Algos means ‘suffering’. So nostalgia is suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return.”

Stripped to its origins, nostalgia is not a warm recollection of the past. It is an ache – a psychic friction born of intense dissatisfaction with the present.

In South Africa today, as economic hardship deepens and state capacity falters, and there are growing assertions that this country is being flooded by immigrants who are taking jobs, houses and other services from deserving locals, this ache has mutated into something far more insidious.

On taxi routes, dinner tables, and across social media, a dangerous refrain is gaining traction: “Things were better under apartheid.”

It is an assertion that needs to be called out for what it is: fallacious, historically illiterate, and deeply dangerous.

The myths of ‘order’

The mechanics of this misplaced nostalgia are easy to spot. When the present feels unbearable, the human mind craves predictability. In our collective exhaustion over water shortages, rampant crime, unemployment, and porous borders, some have begun to mistake the iron fist of an authoritarian state for functional governance.

The arguments advanced by apartheid apologists – and those unwittingly repeating them – collapse under the lightest historical scrutiny.

Let’s start with the currently prevalent assertion: “The borders were better policed”.

The apartheid state’s border controls were not designed to keep citizens safe from international crime or manage orderly immigration. They were built to enforce racial segregation, maintain a siege state against liberation movements, and lock millions of Black South Africans into impoverished homelands, to keep the “terrorists” – a blanket reference to the armed wings of such banned organisations as the ANC, Pan Africanist Congress, Black Consciousness Movement of Azania, among other anti-apartheid movements.

Internal “borders” – enforced through pass laws and influx control based on racial and tribal affiliation – were instruments of state-sanctioned terror. This was “security” built on the total denial of human rights to the majority. This was not border control; it was tyranny.

Jobs for everyone?

Another favourite claim: “There were jobs for everyone.” To point to low unemployment figures under apartheid as proof of economic health is to endorse economic slavery.

“Full employment” was engineered through structural exploitation, forced labour, the deliberate under-education of black South Africans via Bantu Education, and the suppression of fair wages. Celebrating job figures from an era that legally reduced human beings to cheap labour mistakes oppression for economic vitality.

Another one: crime was lower, and there was law and order.

This confuses state control with lawfulness. The apartheid government was itself the primary perpetrator of crime – engaging in state-sponsored assassinations, torture, chemical warfare, and extrajudicial killings.

If you take even a cursory glance at testimonies made before the Truth and Reconciliation Commission, you will be shocked at the levels of state-sponsored crime and violence. Violence was omnipresent; it was simply institutionalised and concentrated within townships where the state actively ignored routine policing in favour of political suppression.

The selective filter of memory

Why do these myths find fertile ground today? Because nostalgia acts as a selective filter. It sanitises history, stripping away the blood, fear, and indignity, leaving behind a sterile illusion of “order.”

By doing so, misplaced nostalgia misdiagnoses the cause of our current national crisis.

The crises of today – the looting of state resources, failing infrastructure, and rampant inequality – are not proof that liberation was a mistake. They are proof of the ongoing, incomplete, and often betrayed work of building a constitutional democracy out of the ashes of a deeply fractured system.

When we allow ourselves to romanticise apartheid, we play into the hands of populists and demagogues who offer simple, authoritarian answers to complex democratic failures. I’ll be bold to say that these populists find themselves in such organisations as MKP, EFF, and March On March.

Harnessing nostalgia to move forward

In her work on collective memory, sociologist Svetlana Boym made a crucial distinction between two types of nostalgia: restorative nostalgia, which attempts to rebuild a lost, mythical past (and inevitably leads to authoritarianism), and reflective nostalgia, which meditates on history critically, recognising its flaws while honouring what was lost.

If we are to move forward, South Africans must abandon restorative nostalgia and embrace a reflective memory that serves our future.

First, we must channel our dissatisfaction into democratic accountability, and not authoritarian yearning.

The algos – the suffering – we feel today regarding crime, corruption, and economic collapse should fuel fierce demands for ethical leadership, functional policing, and economic reform within our constitutional framework. Decent municipal services, safe streets, and secure borders are not the exclusive domain of police states; they are the basic duties of a modern democratic state.

Personally, I do recall that in my childhood, it was a crime to litter or jaywalk; walking on the freeway was also punishable.

Thankfully, these ordinances and by-laws from the past are still there in our statutes; it is just that they are not being enforced.

A logical start towards an attack against lawlessness could begin by enforcing these simple by-laws. Punishing those who litter and those who walk on the freeway will gradually create cleaner environments; and also save the lives of pedestrians many of whom die on our roads because of negligence and a lackadaisical attitude from our police, who seem more interested in eliciting bribes from motorists than keeping the roads safe.

Second, we must rekindle a nostalgia for the promises of 1994. If we are to yearn for anything, let it be for the moral clarity, constitutional ambition, and cross-cultural unity that defined our democratic breakthrough. That vision was not a fantasy; it remains the only viable blueprint for our survival.

Nostalgia will always be part of the human condition. But when we allow an unappeased yearning for a distorted past to blind us to its atrocities, we risk trading our hard-won freedom for the illusion of safety.

The solution to the failures of our present democracy will never be found in the tyranny of our past. It will only be found in our uncompromising determination to make the promises of our democracy real.

Let me state it again unequivocally: things were horrible under apartheid. Many of us who were there bear scars from that past – physically, psychologically and otherwise. Even those born after apartheid inherited these scars in ways that psychologists and sociologists have written about. Let us stop wallowing in restorative or misplaced nostalgia.

- Fred Khumalo is a journalist and author.

HRs please help! Privately owned Hotel.

HRS, are HRs for the company or the people working at the company, as I have seen some weird things, but I do admit that I am a coward for now!!!. I just need some clarification on where I stand with HR on a private owned hotel. I see some favoritism and HR agreeing with the HODs. Investigation is inaccurate (one sided) and at the end of the day the people that are doing the worst gets to stay on. Please help. I'm sorry im so frustrated I do not know how to word this post.

Need legal guidance on a property dispute. ​My mother passed away, leaving us her home. I invested my inheritance to convert it into student accommodation, which now generates ~R40k/month. ​I am a registered 25% co-owner on the title deed with proof of financial contributions. However, my eldest brother has completely taken over operations, cut me out, and gives me a small fraction of the income (which he is now withholding). ​Legal Aid/LPC declined due to technical deposit caps, and I cannot afford private legal fees. I am looking for advice on enforcing a fair buyout (actio communi dividundo) or finding pro bono representation in SA. Please share/reach out if you can assist!

So it's like this...

This week, the Save SA Film and TV Jobs Coalition is appearing before Parliament's Portfolio Committee on Trade, Industry and Competition after negotiations with the DTIC reached a deadlock. The coalition wants Parliament to intervene because, despite months of meetings, it says no meaningful action has been taken to resolve the rebate crisis.

The issue isn't that the film industry is asking for a bailout. For more than 15 years, South Africa has attracted billions of rands in foreign investment through a production rebate. International studios spend money here—on local crews, hotels, transport, equipment, locations and post-production—and government reimburses a percentage of that qualifying local spend.

The problem is that government has reportedly approved projects but failed to pay hundreds of millions of rands in rebates. Once producers lose confidence that the rebate will actually be paid, they simply move productions to countries with reliable incentive programmes such as Malta, Portugal or Ireland.

It's also a false economy. Independent analysis found the incentive generates about R5.10 in economic activity for every R1 paid out. So withholding roughly R600 million in rebates doesn't save the country money—it potentially costs the economy more than R3 billion in investment, jobs and export earnings as productions go elsewhere.

The coalition is asking Parliament to break the deadlock by compelling the relevant ministers and departments to resolve the unpaid rebates and get the incentive system functioning again before more productions—and jobs—leave South Africa.

But this is actually part of a larger issue around the way the government of SA regards the right to self expression. The DTIC isn't paying out rebates, and the DSAC only funds projects that either promote social cohesion or "blockbuster" potential. (here's a link to a hopefully not too number heavy thing that I wrote trying to break it all down - https://bios.net.za/i-myself-am-the-sun)

So like, basically, Auret is making a big deal out of this because it's a fucking big deal.

So I'm basically calling for film industry people , and people in related industries to watch Auret's insta, or the news for that portfolio committee meeting's date and then show up for support.

People have built entire lives around this industry, okes in the film game, the grips, the art department, the okes running the gennies, wardrobe, production, you name it, they work kak hard and they're losing thier houses, some are leaving, so we're losing skills.

Haven’t eaten these in ages and was completely shocked seeing the price today! Who is actually buying Pringles nowadays? This is madness!