Peace

great stuff...I hope you didn't copy & paste....where do you know Malamulele  from you......great creativity though,

Diary of a Side Chick by Sharon 

😊No its not my story its from Facebook by an SA blogger

keep them coming...all the news from zim is disappointing like this article about a non-existent mararaTGS  which continues to lose value & the use of state resources to decimate the opposition instead of building zimbabwe

Its a copy and paste wangu just give credit to the owner of the diary. 

Gabarinocheka 

Clit 

Diary of a Side Chick by Sharon

📱My phone rang and when I noticed it was Sipho I picked it up so fast. He 
told me he just found that his wife of 7 years has been sleeping with her 
colleague for the past three months OMG!! What worries him more was she 
was pregnant and he wasn’t sure if he’s the father. I listened attentively as 
Sipho told me his problems. At some stage I thought he was gonna cry. I 
have known Sipho for quite some time. He was 10 years older than me but 
we became very good friends when I moved to Pretoria 2 years ago. We 
come from the same hood in Ga-Kgapane, Tzaneen in Limpopo. He was 
friends with my uncle when I was still a kid. He used to give me money and 
buy me presents because ‘I was a cute and clever kid’. Whenever he was 
home he would pick me up at school…and my friends would be so jealous. 
My uncle always warned me that when my boobs grow he will never allow 
him 10 metres near me, Little he knew was I had a ‘baby crush’ on him. It 
happens to most girls as part of growing. My classmate had a crush on my 
dad and it pissed me.
To be honest, I never heard Sipho so sad and down. He told me how he 
was there when his wife lost her job. He made sure she had everything 
most women can only dream of. To make matters worse, she didn’t even 
deny it when he confronted her. I only met her twice or three times. She’s 
one of those yellow bone Xhosas from East London. Sipho asked if he can 
come to Sunnyside to clear his head. Oh, I forgot to tell you. I stay in 
Sunnyside at a flat called Flamarion, Joubert Street. It’s not far from the 
popular pub, House 22. I’m a nursing student doing my 2nd year. You 
should see me in uniform…I look so séxy, a séxy yellow bone from 
Limpopo. Whoever told you Limpopo doesn’t have yellow bones lied to you! 
Unless if he was talking about girls from Malamulele lol.
I told Sipho I was about to study but he could come. It took him less than 
30 minutes he stays in Centurion. My roommate was at home in North 
West, so it was just me, myself and i in the flat. I asked Sipho if I can offer 
him a drink and he asked if I have whiskey. I laughed cause the last time I 
checked he didn’t drink. I told him I only have Four Cousins Sweet Rose in 
my fridge and he said I can pour him a glass. Most black girls from 
Limpopo love Four Cousins. Maybe it’s because it’s cheap. I poured myself 
a glass too. He started telling me about his marital problems and how he never cheated on his wife. The more glasses he drank the more emotional 
he got. He was standing next to the window and when he turned to look at 
me I saw tears flowing on his face like Victoria Falls. I stood up from my 
bed and gave him 1 of those warm hugs It lasted for about 2 minutes and 
the next thing I felt something moving on my thigh. Shít!!…did I just turn 
Sipho on? I was a bit embarrassed, I looked at him and he kissed me on 
the forehead, I wanted to push him but something happened between my 
legs. I must confess, it takes only 2 glasses of wine to make me tipsy and 
hörny. Sipho kissed me and I kissed back. He didn’t waste time, he took off 
my t-shirt and pushed me to the bed. I wanted to say no but the wetness 
down there stole my words. I mean Sipho is married and he’s like an uncle 
to me. What the fúck was I doing? As I was digesting what was going on, 
he took off my little skirt and quickly took off his clothes minus socks. 
Whooooooo….ja it’s true what they say about men from Limpopo lol bundu 
if u ask me! His díck was twice my nerd bf’s. I got wetter & wetter, I asked 
him if he has ****s and he said he doesn’t carry them because he 
doesn’t cheat. Nxa…wtf was he about to do with me?
As he was about to get on top of me to do what Limpopo men do best, I 
heard a key turn at the door.
Shit….WTF📺 

😊If you want more episodes of th3 show let me know kuti makawanda sei vari kuda..

Ko Rate wadiii chimbo chiller ka ukamanyisa tofa nenzara vamwe 

arikudhonhesa mari is the one who appoints zacc....so without a revolution I think we just master-bating

zacc

ndiyai arikudonhesa mari yenyi zacc sungai munhu uyu arikugan'a

😎

it's highly like that's the case....Shem on zim

can someone school me

I've noticed over the last few weeks that roughly 18 to 20 bids habe been submitted and all of them habe been getting the 20mil US$ allotments.  my question is, are these bus not coming from the 20 companies of the Mutapa empire?

Episode 2

BY SHAZ ·

📺📺📺📺I normally hate the F- word but at that moment it was the only word I could think 
of. I was panicking because I didn’t know who was at the door trying to unlock. I 
mean, my roomie was in NW and she’s the only person who has a key to our room. 
Men will only be dogs when coming to séx. Instead of getting off me he whispered 
“I won’t be long. It will take only 10 seconds”. Shit I was so annoyed at him at that 
moment. No wonder his Xhosa wife cheated on him. What kinda man comes 
within 10 seconds? I pushed him so hard he almost fell. Everything happened 
within seconds. I looked at the door and noticed my key was still in the keyhole, 
therefore the person trying to unlock won’t succeed. I gave a sigh of relief. No one wants to be ambushed naked in the bedroom with a man, especially if that man is 
someone’s husband. I asked who’s at the door and Kea answered “Ke nna. Kopa o 
bule Shaz”. WTF is Kea doing in Pretoria? She’s supposed to be in NW with her 
family. Why didn’t she tell me she’s coming back? I told Sipho to get dressed and 
sit on the bed and pretend he was never naked or saw my wet ****. I could see his 
**** was still up and hungry, I even saw some colourless liquid oozing out of his 
hard cock. They call it pre-cum if I’m not mistaken. I quickly dressed and headed 
straight to the door to unlock for Kea. When I opened Kea was so happy to see and 
gave me a hug. It was so awkward cause I was still wet and her presence spoiled 
my fun nxa.
As soon as she got in Sipho announced that he’s leaving and apologised to Kea that 
he’s not leaving on her account. I could see he was so mad at her for disturbing lol. 
He stood up and left without even looking at me. As Kea was unpacking her bag I 
noticed Sipho forgot his underwear on the floor. Luckily it was next to my single 
bed and Kea didn’t see it. I quickly kicked it to hide it under my bed. This Sipho 
dude thou, what kinda man wears those old-fashioned undies called ‘shortpen’ in 
2014? Maybe they are still the in-thing in Limpopo. Kea told me she had to come 
back early because she has an interview for call centre job in Centurion. Most 
Tswana girls make good call centre agents, they have beautiful voices. I listened to 
Kea’s stories mostly about the church service the previous Sunday bla bla bla bla. 
Mxm I was so flippin’ bored. I wanted a dìck not bloody church stories. I liked 
Kea but we were so different. She is 22 and I’m 20. She’s unlike other Tswana 
chicks I know. You’d swear she was a Venda chick. If she had to choose between 
life and church she’d mos def choose church. She loved her church more than 
anything on earth. She wasn’t working but she contributed 10% of her monthly 
allowance to church. She was studying Psychology thru Unisa. I’ve never heard 
her talking about boys, not even her baby daddy. She only told me she has a 3 year 
old son. Like Kermit says, it wasn’t any of my business who she shagged. I’m not 
one of those nosey girls who would pay $100 for gossip.
My fone beeped and it was a Whatsapp text from my BF, yes my nerd BF 
Dumisani. He told me he’s coming to drop the R300 I asked. Sometimes I didn’t 
understand Dumi. I mean in this age of EFT’s, eWallets and Cash Send nigga still 
preferred go becha ka letsogo. Kea said she’s going to some Bible group of some 
sort. This girl thou, she just came back and already she’s going to Bible groups or what what. Mmmhhh on the other hand, her leaving suited me well. I know Dumi 
is not a big fan of séx but today wa nyela, I’m gonna screw the hell out of him. I 
don’t even know why I’m in a relationship with this guy. He rather talk about how 
reptiles are cold-blooded animals and how 1-celled animals like amoeba were the 
first organisms on earth than give me a good ****. We only had sêx 5 times since 
we started dating in February this year. I didn’t complain cause I got it somewhere 
lol. I loved him thou, my Zulu prince.
He knocked at the door 5 minutes after Kea left. I opened and after kissing me on 
the cheek he got in. I didn’t waste time, I pushed him to the bed before he could 
start his reptiles kak talk. Before he could utter a word I was on top of him kissing 
his long ears and neck. Nerd or no nerd, I could feel tent erecting on his swagger 
pants and my punami smiled. I undressed him and let him undress me. I slowly 
kissed his lips and chin while my hand was playing with his soft balls. Step by 
step, my kisses and licking went downwards until I reached his hard cock. 
Compared to Sipho, his **** was a mere cigar but I didn’t complain at that moment 
cause I wanted a dìck badly. My mouth is so small but there was no difficulty 
putting all of it in my mouth. Dumi made some sounds like that of a dog barking 
“hawu hawu hawu hawu hawu”. Then I remembered he’s a Zulu boy….you know 
they love barking. As my lips and tongue were busy playing with his hard cock, I 
felt a shower of sperms in my mouth. WTF did this nigga just come inside my 
mouth? I can give any guy a BJ but fùck man, don’t come inside my mouth. It’s 
disgusting and nauseating. Sperm tastes like a mixture of raw egg and sea water. I 
never gave this nerd a BJ before I think it was just too much for him to handle. I 
quickly got off him and ran to the bathroom to wash my mouth.
When I got back to the bedroom Dumi was still lying on my bed with his eyes 
closed and smiling ear to ear. What fùck was he celebrating? Early ejaculation? 
What pissed me off was his **** was down and soft. Nxa men can be so selfish, 
just because he came he doesn’t care about my needs anymore. My phone beeped 
and it was an SMS from Sipho, it read:
“I hate you Sharon. You took advantage of me because I have marital problems. 
You got me drunk so you can sleep with me. I’m glad we didn’t get to do anything. 
I don’t ever want to see you again, SLÚT”

WTF……📺📺📺

Diary of a Side Chick

Episode 3

BY SHAZ · APRIL 9

📺📺📺I didn’t know how to react to the sms. I know they say black girls don’t turn red 
when angry but at that moment I turned maroon. The yellow bone me turned into a 
maroon bone. I mean, this guy came to my place, asked for booze and started 
kissing me. Now he’s accusing me of taking advantage of him. I was so mad at 
him right now that my **** dried so fast like biltong ya kudu. He won’t get away 
with this, that I promise. I will teach him a lesson he will never forgot. Nxa he has 
a nerve. I looked at Dumi lying on my bed still smiling and I hated him at that 
moment. I actually hated all men in the world. All men are heartless and think they 
can mess with us and get away with murder. I screamed at him to stop smiling 
cause there was nothing to smile about. My screaming gave him a fright that he fell 
off the bed. The scene was so funny that I almost cracked. I remembered I’m so 
mad at men and I maintained a straight face. Sometimes I think this dude is not ok 
upstairs. Instead of standing up he kept lying on the floor like a hungry crocodile. 
His eyes were glued to something under the bed. I won’t be surprised if he starts 
analysing the temperature under the bed. Nxa nerds can be boring sometimes. He 
slowly stood up and had something red in his hands. **** I’m busted, Sipho’s 
‘shortpen’ was in his hand and the look on his face was so pregnant. It’s like he 
was waiting for me to confess. Now the funny scene turned into a horror movie for 
me. Dumi is not a violent guy unlike most Zulu men I know. If he was a Zulu guy 
from kwaMashu I’d be on my way Steve Biko Hospital or Two Mountains Funeral 
Services right now. He threw the shortpen at me and it hit my nose. I know it 
happened so fast but I swear I smelled urine on Sipho’s shortpen. Maybe it’s time 
men started carrying wipes with them so they can wipe the piss remains on cócks. 
As soon as he was done getting dressed, he left without saying good bye. Lol this 
dude is such a drama queen. What happened to talking? Why is he jumping to 
conclusions? As I was standing in the middle of my room trying to brew what just 
transpired someone opened my door. WTF!!!! I wasn’t in a mood for another 
visitor. Before I could see who it was, I saw 3 R100 notes flying all over my room. 
****, this guy is angry at me but he didn’t forget he came here to give me R300. He 
just threw the money and left. He’s such a sweetheart, a sweetheart with a small 
****. I’m not a gold digger but I appreciate a guy who gives me moneyNow my mind went back to Sipho. I had to think of ways to punish him. How am I 
going to make him pay back? I thought about Googling ‘Ways to hurt an Ex’ then I 
remembered he’s not my ex. A perfect idea dawned in my mind and believe you in 
me, I’m going ahead with this. You can judge me all you want, I don’t give an 
Alexandra rat’s ass. Sipho must pay for that sms. I’m going to his place to cause 
havoc. I took my phone and called JT. Oh by the way, JT is a lesbian friend of 
mine. Shim has been asking me out for days but I turned her down. I’m a believer 
of nature, positive and positive will never attract the same goes for negative and 
negative. I believe in punami + díck finish and klaar. Although I turned her off, she 
remained a very good friend of mine. She stays in Pretoria CBD at a flat called 
Nyasa by Andries Street…oh it’s called Thabo Sehume these days. Nxa ANC and 
name changes. She picked up her phone ka 1st ring. This girl is such a boy. She 
was like “ola ntwana, o grand?”. I told her I don’t have airtime and I want her to 
drive me to Centurion if she doesn’t mind. She went “you know for you I can drive 
to Giyani”. Lol I was flattered, JT thou. I told her I’ll wait for her at the robot 
Corner Joubert and Rissik and she said she’ll be there in 10 minutes. I took Sipho’s 
shortpen and put it in my bag and headed straight to the robot to wait for ‘shim’. 
Within 7 minutes she picked me up and we headed to Centurion. What I like about 
her is she’s not nosey. She didn’t even ask what we were going to do in Centurion. 
Maybe she’s Kermit’s brother…ouch I meant sister. The security guards at Sipho’s 
complex knew me well, I actually told him he looks cute few weeks earlier so I 
didn’t have to sign in. I knocked at Sipho’s townhouse and the Xhosa **** opened 
and let me in. By the way, I asked JT to remain in the car. Sipho was watching 
news on eNCA when I got in. Hayi men and news thou. He reminded me of my 
dad. He watched news from 7pm to 10pm. He only gave us 30 minutes to watch 
Generations/Fire-rations. Sipho was so shocked to see me. I didn’t waste time with 
greetings and ****. I took out the shortpen from my bag and threw it at Sipho and 
‘loudly’ whispered “next time don’t forget your privaties after good séx”. The 
Xhosa yellow bone turned red immediately. She jumped on Sipho like Rey 
Mysterio of WWE. She hit him so hard I saw blood coming out of his big nose. 
That’s what you get for messing with Shaz. I laughed so hard my thin ass released 
a warm fart. Sipho got a chance to escape and ran to his bedroom upstairs. Is this 
guy really from Limpopo? I expected him to show the **** who the man was in 
the house. Now it was just me and the Xhosa **** in the sitting room. She walked 
towards me with that ‘I-wanna-beat-you-up-bìtch’ look. I felt so brave at that 
moment. She tried to hit me but I ducked and pushed her so hard that she fell hard on her stomach. I was expecting her to stand up so I could finish what I started. I’m 
a Limpopo girl, I grew up eating pap and morogo as breakfast, not bacon and eggs.
She was wearing a white mini skirt and when she fell I saw the yellowness in her 
on her thighs. WTF, she was crying…crying as in someone who is in deep pain. 
Nxa Xhosa ****es and attention seeking faking tendencies. I walked towards her 
to hit her on the head then something caught my eyes, a red stain on her mini skirt. 
The pregnant Xhosa **** was bleeding between her legs.

WTF did I just do…did she misc…📺📺📺📺

Episode 4

BY SHAZ · APRIL 9, 

📺📺📺Maybe I should change my name to Mathata. I’ve been experiencing a string of 
bad luck lately. Maybe it’s high time I went to Moria. Most people from Limpopo 
go to Moria when most things in their lives don’t go well. I can always ask my 
lesbian friend to drive me to Boyne (Moria) right now. She did promise she can 
drive me to the end of the world.Seeing blood coming from between a woman’s 
legs is some scary ****. At first I thought she was on periods but remembered she’s 
pregnant. Part of me wanted to help her but I thought what if she grabs me and bite 
me to death. You never know with Xhosa women, anything is possible with them. I 
once saw them fighting for a piece of meat at some party in Centurion. Looking at 
her I could see she’s in deep pain. I’ve never experienced miscarriage and don’t 
know how it feels but from what I heard it’s painful, both physically and 
emotionally. I ran upstairs to call Sipho. I screamed for him to get out of the 
bedroom and he replied “no, I’m not coming. Lethosa le le nyaka go mpolaya 
(This Xhosa wants to kill me). I told him she fell and she’s unable to move. He 
unlocked the door and ran downstairs. I followed him with the same pace. Instead 
of helping her, he ran straight to the door without even looking at her. Then I 
remembered stories of Xhosa women beating up their men. I think Sipho was one 
of those men, a victim of men abuse. I screamed “****, your wife is bleeding from 
the půssy”. I think that stopped him from running. He immediately went to her and 
asked if she’s ok. This **** thou, he can see she’s bleeding and he’s asking if she’s 
ok. She went “Sbhanxa ndini ndisezintlungwini. Ndiyafa kaloku” (You moron, I’m in pain. I’m dying). You know a person is in pain when they use their native 
language. Sipho asked me to help him carry her to his car. I was reluctant for a 
minute but the look in her eyes triggered sympathy in me. I helped him to carry her 
to the car and as soon as we put her inside I told Sipho I’m leaving. I don’t think he 
heard me cause he went to lock the house and opened the gate.
I remembered my lesbo friend has been waiting for me for over 30 minutes. It was 
getting dark and I had school work to do. When I got to JT’s car she was smoking 
cigarette and listening to some kwaito song by Mapaputsi. This chick is such a 
man. She could read my face that I wasn’t fine. When she asked what’s wrong I 
cried and asked her to drive me home. She didn’t ask many questions and within 
15 minutes we were in Sunnyside. My phone beeped and it was an SMS from 
Sipho. It read: “I took my wife to Unitas Hospital. If the baby dies it’s your fault. 
Hope satan eats you for lunch in hell”.
I maintained a cool face cause I was not in mood to explain what transpired to JT. 
But deep inside I was burning and furious. Didn’t he say he’s not even sure the 
baby is his? When we got to my place I asked JT to park her car inside our garage 
cause I didn’t wanna be alone at that moment. Although me and my roomie didn’t 
have a car, our apartment was allocated a garage. When we got into the garage I 
asked her if we can just chill in the car for few minutes and she said “No stress 
ntwana”. I told her to half-close the garage door cause I didn’t wanna hear noises 
from outside. When she got back into the car I was crying. It was a bit dark in the 
garage but she could tell by my sobs that I was crying. She wiped my tears with 
her palm and said “Ntwana whatever it is, it will pass”. She didn’t even ask why I 
was crying. That’s one of the reasons I like this girl. She asked me to get out of the 
car so she can hold me in her arms to make me feel better. What a ‘gentleman’ she 
is.
She held me in her arms for about 5 minutes without saying a word. I felt so warm 
and at peace in her arms. I softly whispered “JT, kiss me”. It was like she was 
waiting for me to say that. She kissed me so softly and passionately and I kissed 
back. She made me forget about the whole Sipho drama. Her lips were so soft like 
the sponge we use to wash dishes and I kinda loved the taste of the sweet she ate 
after smoking. She did something I didn’t expect, she put her hand inside my 
leggings and fondled my almost excited clitóris. This lesbian is so naughty 
bathong. I almost said “dawg stop it” but it felt so good I shut the fůck up. My punámi was getting wet and it felt so good. At that moment Mgarimbe’s Sista 
Bettina was playing ka low volume in her car. When the ‘samanyobinyobi’ part 
came she went down and pulled my leggings down.
She used her long tongue to …..📺📺📺

Bomboclat

Episode 5 

📺📺BY SHAZ · APRIL 9, 

You know there are things that you tell yourself you will never ever do. I never 
thought I’ll ever let a lesbian see my punâmi. Now I believe when they say ‘never 
say never’. I didn’t even know how lesbians do it. My cousin told me they use 
toys. I always wondered why a girl would dump the real thing and opt for a toy. 
With all that has been happening to me lately, I wouldn’t blame myself for doing 
what JT made me do.
She made me stretch my legs a bit so she could have a full access to my nanana. 
She squeezed my butt with her hands and said ‘ntwana, ezi ya gago e causa havoc” 
(Babe, you have a fine áss). Lol that almost cracked me, I guess it was her way of 
talking dirty. She was practically on her knees while her head was between my 
thighs like a piglet on her mom’s breast. Her tongue was long and a bit thick so 
when she softly attacked my clítoris with it, I felt like a little kid after receiving a 
new toy from her father. I’ve been muffed by several guys before but this lesbian 
was on another level. My body went cold… warm… mild… cold… warm… mild 
and I almost screamed like those girls on ETV after-12 movies then I remembered 
we are in a garage. She paused for a moment, I think to catch her breath and I 
quickly said “Don’t even think of stopping now…don’t you dare. Finish what you 
started”. It was like I gave her a Red Bull cause she started licking with my clítoris 
like a cat lapping delicious milk. You know that nice feeling you get when you 
‘earbud’ your itchy inner ear? That’s how I felt at that moment. My cake emitted 
some discharge and it has never happened to me before. My whole body vibrated 
for about 30 seconds… I don’t know how it happened but I found myself 
whispering “I love you JT, I love you JT, I love you JT” and she went “le nna ka o 
ncanywa ntwana”. After those spasmic vibrations JT went up and kissed me like I 
have never been kissed before. Shit this girl is a muffing mafia. As I was enjoyingthe kiss my phone rang. I ignored it, you’d do the same if you were in my shoes. 
The person called again and JT opened the car door for me to answer my phone. 
Nxa it was my roomie, she forgot her keys inside our room and she wanted me to 
open for her. Nxa this mozalwane chick doesn’t have timing bathong. JT said I can 
go upstairs and he’ll wait for me. I said no, he can leave cause I wanna study. I 
pulled up my leggings and opened the garage for my muffing mafia. With that we 
did our GOOD byes and I headed to the lift.
When I got inside the lift there were 2 girls and as they were getting out of the lift 
the other 1 said to her friend “chomi, were you eating fish?”. WTF, I thought to 
myself, my pússy doesn’t smell like fish. Maybe they were talking about a fish 
from Fish & Chips. When I got to 6th floor I found Kea waiting for me 
impatiently. Like duh, it’s not my fault she forgot her keys. On the other hand, I 
was happy she bought supper for us. You’d swear this girl had a crush on Cyril 
Ramaphosa. She loved McDonald’s like nobody’s business. She asked me why I’m 
smiling and I told her I’m happy to see her. I couldn’t tell her about the muffing 
mafia cause she’d probably call Mb****, Pastor Chris, Pastor Chifhiwa and all 
pastors to come pray for me. You know how bazalwane discriminate against gays 
and lesbians. As soon as we got in the room I took a bath and ate supper. Dumi 
called and asked if I’m ok. I told him I’m fine but can’t talk for too long cause I’m 
studying. He said fine, he’ll see me tomorrow. I wish he could turn lesbian 
tomorrow. I studied for about 2 hours and slept afterwards. I had a very beautiful 
dream. I was in Mauritius with some hunk and everything was just so cool nje. 
Maybe these are the kinda dreams people have after getting a super muff.
In the morning I woke up early cause i had a morning class. I hate Friday classes, 
it’s so difficult to concentrate. I wished Kea good luck for her interview and left. I 
attended 3 classes and after that I headed back to my place. It was around 2pm and 
Kea wasn’t back yet. Maybe she went to her Bible what what. I took a nap and 
only woke up when Kea opened the door. I checked my phone, there were 10 
missed calls. 2 from Sipho and 8 from Dumi. I wanted to call Sipho but my heart 
advised me against it. He probably wanted to blame me for the miscarriage if his 
wife miscarried. I called Dumi and he said he was on his way to my place cause I 
ignored his calls. I told him I was sleeping and he said I must be ready in 30 
minutes. We are going to chill with his friends at Industrial Shisanyama. The 
mention of Industrial made me hungry. Their fish is off the hook. I took a quick bath and put on my favourite shorts, t-shirt and Tomy sneakers. Dumi came to 
fetch me and we headed to Industrial. There were 2 guys in the car. Dumi 
introduced them to me but I only caught the name of the 1 sitting on the seat 
behind Dumi. He said his name is Kabelo. He’s one of those handsome yellow 
bones who would make you wet by just looking at them. Industrial has 2 parkings, 
the one by the Car Wash and another 1 is hidden at the back. Dumi chose the 
hidden 1. We went inside and drinks started flowing. Beside their delicious fish, 
Industrial is also known for the nice music they play. Around 10 PM Dumi’s phone 
rang and he ran outside to to answer it. Few minutes later Kabelo’s phone rang. He 
also went outside to answer it. Now it was just me and the other guy. He wasn’t a 
nerd like Dumi, we actually had a very cool conversation. While we were talking 
some guy wearing an EFF beret and overall came to where we were sitting and 
asked if he can have my number. I asked if he’s too blind to see I’m sitting with a 
man and he left without uttering a word. Lol these guys think they can expropriate 
everything without compensation, including girls. It was kinda getting cold so I 
went outside to look for Dumi so he can take me to my flat to take my jacket. I 
looked all over but he was nowhere to be seen. I thought maybe he’s in the car, so I 
headed straight to the parking. From 3 metres away, I could see there were 2 
people in the car and it looked as if they were kissing. WTF…it can’t be Dumi, 
he’s too nerdy to cheat. My heart was beating heavier and faster. When I got closer 
I couldn’t believe what I saw….
Dumi and Kabelo were ……. 📺📺📺 

😊Tombogumisira apa i will send Episode 6 tomorrow bye bye😊😊

Anonymous

Rate ichingokwira Muthuli, Mangudya and Munangagwa deputy Finance minister vakatarisa. Ibvai apo papinde vanogona basa.

Rick

Exch rate reported wrong .......last week was 5591.96 not 5252.66 ...... pindula get serious ... block this junco mail or change your headline title ... 👎🏻

The Zimbabwe Dollar has shed more value against the United States Dollar on the official forex market conducted this Tuesday, 10 October 2023.
At today’s Reserve Bank of Zimbabwe (RBZ) wholesale foreign currency auction, the Zimbabwe dollar averaged $5 633.8332, down from $5 252.6558 per US Dollar last week.
The total amount on offer today was US$20 000 000.00 but US$18 106 845.96 was allotted.
17 bids totalling US$18 106 845.96 were received and all the bids received allotments.
The highest rate was ZWL$5 780.0000 while the lowest bid rate was ZWL$5 595.0000.
Last week, the RBZ launched Gold-Backed Digital Tokens also known as ZiG (Zimbabwe Gold) as a means of payment.
The central bank said ZiG will become one of the means of payment for domestic transactions, in addition to its use as a store of value.
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