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About Johannesburg

Now, I ain’t judgin’—live and let live, yeah? But it’s fascinatin’, like observin’ a pride of lions. There’s a code, unwritten, ancient. You don’t just stroll up like some daft tourist. Gotta read the room, or you’re done for. I heard this story once—bloke thought he could haggle like it’s a market stall. Ended up with a black eye and no wallet. True story! Makes me chuckle, but also, ouch, mate, respect the hustle. These ladies, they’re queens of their domain, got more guts than half the suits in the city.

Sunday, April 6

I'm a counselor, right? And I see things others totally overlook. I mean, every cracked pavement tells a story of struggle and triumph. I sometimes think, “I wanna stay mad, but then I gotta care,” a lil’ nod to that line from Shame, ya know? "It’s like a mirror, reflecting our darkest thoughts." That stick in my brain.

Gift of the Givers starts food programme in Butterworth village where desperate mom killed herself and her children