Miriam Makeba Called. She Wants Her Role Back — she's probably turning in her grave 🪦

South Africa Said Haibo! The Miriam Makeba Casting Debate

So… I disappear for almost the whole of April, come back to blog at the edge of month-end, and what welcomes me?

National outrage.

Media warfare.

South Africans typing in all caps.

And one word flying across my screen like a warning siren:

HAIBO!

Because news broke that Cynthia Erivo is set to play Miriam Makeba in The Road Home — a major musical film reportedly shooting in Cape Town this year.

And the country in one accord said…

Hayi man!

Not “hmm.”Not “interesting.”Not “let’s wait and see.”

Hayi man, what is this?

And honestly?

I laughed.

Then I panicked.

Then I agreed.

Because… why her?

No really.

Why her? 🤨

Before some of you start saying, “But Cynthia can sing!”

Yes. She can sing.

She can act.

She has range.

She has awards.

She can probably cry beautifully in 4K.

We know.

That is not the issue.

The issue is: Can she be Miriam Makeba?

And my people, especially South Africans are asking a very specific question nobody should dismiss:

Can she carry the clicks?

Because babes… the clicks are not decoration.

This is not seasoning you sprinkle at the end.

This is not “we’ll fix it in post.”

This is not Disney magic.

This is Xhosa.

This is rhythm.

This is muscle memory.

This is identity.

And if you touch Qongqothwane — The Click Song — and get it wrong?

Yoh!

Pack it up.

Close production.

Switch off the lights.

Because we are coming.

And yes, I said we.

I am standing with the South Africans on this one.

That street interview did not help. At all.

Now let us discuss the video.

You know the one.

The street interview surfacing social media where Cynthia hears a Miriam Makeba song, gets excited, tries to sing…

and the internet collectively said:

“Eish.” 🫣

I watched it and thought—

Wait.

This is who we are trusting with Mama Africa?

The pronunciation?

Question mark.

The singing attempt?

Question mark.

The clicks?

Missing in action.

And suddenly I understood why South Africans were behaving like the casting director had personally offended their ancestors.

Because for many people, that clip was not random.

It was evidence.

People said: There. That is why she is a mismatch.

And I’m sorry, but I understand it.

You can call it harsh.

I call it concern.

But let’s be fair — there are facts people are looking away a little bit.

The film reportedly has:

[Anant Singh & Zakes Mda]

American creatives involved.

South African creatives involved.

Zakes Mda attached.

Anant Singh involved.

Local cast and crew.

Big money.

A real production structure.

So no — this is not simply “foreigners came to ruin Africa again.”

It is more complicated.

Which almost makes it worse.

Because if South Africans were in the room too…

Who approved this?

Who said, “Yes, this is our Miriam”?

I need names.

Respectfully. 🫡

My issue is not even necessarily about Cynthia. It’s the pattern.

[Cynthia Erivo]

And this is where I get irritated.

Because why does it feel like when African stories get adapted, something always gets… bent?

Overdone.

Misread.

Exaggerated.

Lost in translation.

Why does “global” often seem to mean Africa must compromise?

Yet when other cultures are handled, suddenly everybody becomes careful.

Research-heavy.

Precise.

Reverent.

But Africa?

We get “close enough.”

And no.

Close enough is not enough.

Not for Miriam Makeba.

And please don’t tell me there was nobody in South Africa.

That part I refuse.

Refuse! 🙅🏿

You mean to tell me across this country,  across provinces, townships, theatres, music schools, television, stages, choirs, independent film circles — there was not one woman who could sing, act, resemble, and carry Miriam Makeba?

Oh please! 🙄

The heck

I don’t buy it.

I don't buy this at all

Maybe not a famous name. 🙎🏿

But a right name.

There is a difference.

Now… do I still think we should trust the process?

Unfortunately…

Yes.

A little. 😔

Because I also have to be honest.

Cynthia Erivo may shock all of us.

She may study the language.

Master the clicks.

Deliver something extraordinary.

And if she does?

I will say so.

Loudly.

But until then?

I remain unconvinced.

Deeply unconvinced. 😑

With side-eye. 

Let me be messy for a second.

[Mariam Makeba]

If Cynthia ever touches The Click Song and fumbles it…

South Africans will not let this film breathe.

I’m just saying. 🙃

The comments are already sharpening knives.

And maybe that sounds dramatic.

But so is casting Miriam Makeba and making people ask—

“Wait… why her?”

That alone should tell producers something.

Because when a whole country responds with YOH! , that is not random noise.

That is cultural instinct speaking.

And sometimes?

Cultural instinct is right.

So yes—

And until further notice…

I am saying it too.

What do you think — are people overreacting, or was this genuinely a bad casting choice?

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Everyone Has ADHD Now? Since when Did a Disorder Become a Personality?

“ADHD Is Not a Trend, But Apparently Your Messy Desk Says You Have It”

Let's get something straight:

ADHD is not a cute aesthetic. It’s not something you can claim because your brain wandered off for five minutes during a Zoom meeting, or because your handwriting is “chaotic.” But sure, go ahead—post that TikTok, slap that hashtag, make it sound quirky. Meanwhile, real people are living it every day, juggling a brain that refuses to stay on task, that never stops talking, moving, overthinking, or overreacting… and you’re treating it like a personality choice. Incredible. 🙄

So, yes. Social media is ruining ADHD. And honestly, it’s annoying.

ADHD in “Simple Human” Terms

Attention-Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder is basically your brain refusing to follow the instructions everyone else seems to understand naturally. Some days it’s hyperactive, bouncing from one thought to the next like a caffeinated squirrel. Some days it’s inattentive, spaced out, lost in your own daydreams while the world carries on. Sometimes it’s all of it, in a chaotic, exhausting, glorious mess.

Symptoms? Glad you asked:

• Distractible as hell – literally everything is more interesting than your to-do list.

Restless / fidgety – sitting still is a myth; standing still is a conspiracy.

• Talk-first-think-later energy – interrupting, oversharing, rambling… yep, guilty.

• Daydreaming Olympics – your own mind is a Netflix show you can’t stop watching.

• Intense emotional reactions – tiny annoyances explode like they’re world-ending disasters.

Some types of ADHD even break down further: inattentive, hyperactive-impulsive, combined, sluggish-cognitive tempo, executive-function struggles, emotional dysregulation… basically, your brain is either sprinting, napping, overthinking, or crying, sometimes all at once.

My ADHD-ish Reality (Because I’m Tired of People Pretending)

I’ve noticed something wild. I read and watched these TikToks and Instagram reels, people casually claiming ADHD because they “fidget in meetings” or “forget stuff sometimes.” And yeah, I get it- sometimes these little quirks exist in everyone. But here’s the kicker: I live with some of these traits and it’s not fun.

• I get distracted mid-task, but only on boring tasks. Don’t act like that’s relatable in a cute way.

• I fidget. I pace. I move. I cannot sit still. My body literally does not cooperate with society’s sitting rules.

• I talk… too much. Interrupt. Ramble. Over-explain. Every. Single. Day. (If I'm with someone I trust emotionally.)

• I daydream like it’s my job. Meetings, classes, dinner… doesn’t matter. Brain: Netflix mode activated.

• I react to small frustrations like they’re dramatic, life-altering crises. Tiny annoyances = full-on opera.

And let me say this again: I do not enjoy this. It’s exhausting. It’s frustrating. I wish I could turn it off.

Tiny annoyances suddenly feel dramatic, like the universe personally woke up and decided to irritate me that day. I know it sounds ridiculous, but if you live with a brain like this, you know exactly what I mean.

And sometimes the only way I cope with the chaos is small distractions — scrolling, reading, or yes… occasionally shopping online for something cute.

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Alright, back to the chaos of our brains…

And if you thought ADHD was the only thing, let’s throw in some OCD tendencies for flavor. Socks on the floor while I’m eating? Blood boiling. Underwear or bras on site, whether clean or unclean? Goosebumps, itchy nose, instant need to move it. Cleanliness isn’t just a preference—it’s survival. My space needs to make sense, or I can’t focus, I can’t eat, I can’t function. My parents didn’t get it while growing up. And still don’t. That's Fine. That’s the chaos.

Conclusion: Please... Stop Glamourizing My Chaos

So if you’re reading this and thinking, “Wait… do I have ADHD?”, pause. Reflect.

 Look at your patterns. Maybe see a professional. Don’t treat it like a TikTok trend or a quirky personality badge. And for the love of all that’s sane, respect those of us who live it every day. We’re not “fun and quirky.”

And if you’re still scrolling… maybe your messy desk doesn’t mean ADHD. Maybe it just means… you’re lazy. 🤷🏿

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Confession: I Never Pay Full Price on SHEIN (Here’s Exactly How)

Ladies, Let’s Talk SHEIN: Promo Codes, Self-Hacks, and Spending Without Guilt 💖

Okay, ladies… we need to have that conversation. The one about SHEIN. Yes, the magical place where your wallet cries but your closet looks like a runway. The one where you see that top and those shoes and think, “I NEED this in my life yesterday!”

But guess what? I’m here to save you from full-price regret with some juicy hacks, promo code secrets, and insider tips that’ll make shopping not just fun, but basically therapeutic (and slightly cheaper).

1. Promo Codes Are Your BFF 💌

First things first: never, ever, pay full price. Ever.

SHEIN promo codes are like those secret whispers your bestie gives you, “Girl, trust me, do not pay full price for that.”

Here’s how to score them like a pro:

• Sign up for emails and notifications – SHEIN loves sending codes to newbies. That “10% off your first order” can turn into big savings if you stack it with other deals.

• Follow them on social media – Sometimes they drop flash codes on Instagram or TikTok. If you’re not following, do you even shop?

• Affiliate links are magic – 👀 (like mine!) Sometimes clicking through a link gives you extra discounts.

2. Stack Discounts Like a Champ 🏆

Ladies, this is where the real game starts. Promo codes are nice, but stacking them?

 Legendary.

• Add your items to your cart, then check for SHEIN app-only deals. Yes, the app loves you more than the website.

• Check SHEIN Points: every order gives you points, which can be redeemed for cash off. Translation: the more you shop, the cheaper it gets… eventually.

• Wait for flash sales or festival discounts. Think Black Friday but… anytime they feel like it.

Basically, you’re turning shopping into a strategic mission. Who says math isn’t fun?

3. Self-Hacks for Smarter Shopping 🧠

Here’s the fun part. The part that makes you feel like a SHEIN ninja:

• Wishlist like a queen – Add items to your wishlist. Prices drop? You get notified. Boom, savings!

• Use multiple accounts (carefully) – If you have different emails, you can sometimes snag first-order promos more than once. Ethical but cheeky.

• Size hacks – Read reviews like you’re solving a mystery. If 90% say “runs small,” order up a size. Saves you from that heartbreak when your cute dress doesn’t zip.

Why This Matters (Besides Looking Cute) 💃

Because, ladies, it’s not just shopping. It’s self-love. It’s rewarding yourself for making it through Monday. It’s being smart with your coins while still looking like a million bucks.

You don’t have to be broke to be stylish. You just have to know the hacks. And now, you do. And you welcome. 😁 

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If Balenciaga Can Sell Plastic for R18,000, Why Can’t I?

💬 Balenciaga and the Plastic Bag Debate: What Are We Even Doing?

I need to say this because I cannot keep quiet. Balenciaga is out here, selling what is literally a flimsy yellow plastic bag for almost a thousand dollars. And I’m watching, bewildered, because somewhere along the way, humans collectively decided: yes, this is fine. Yes, this is luxury. Yes, I will pay R18,000 for something I could grab at a spaza shop for one rand.

ONE RAND PEOPLE!

 The Trash Pouch That Nobody Asked For

[Chinese Actress: Zhang Jingyi holding the garbage bag]

Balenciaga officially calls it the Marché Packable Tote Bag. It looks like what you use to carry groceries. Thin. Weak. Transparent enough that if you drop your phone inside, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

 And yet, people are lining up, celebrities included, shelling out close to $995 USD, R18,000, for just a plastic.

I don’t know if I should laugh, cry, or just throw my hands in the air. Luxury? No. Absurdity? Absolutely. If you’re rich enough to do this, fine. But don’t ask the rest of us to normalise it.

 A Social Experiment in Plain Sight

Let’s call it what it is: their testing our behaviors. How much more are we willing to spend on something so ordinary, dressed up as extraordinary? How far will we let branding fool us?

Look, I get that luxury is about identity and status. But is a straight-up waste of money. And the irony is delicious: while some are spending R18,000 on a plastic bag, there are projects, charities, orphanages, and people who could do so much with that same money.

Balenciaga isn’t just selling a bag. They’re exposing a truth about human psychology, privilege, and how ridiculous we can be when we let branding dictate value.

Why This Matters to You (Yes, You)

Because this isn’t just a story about rich people. It’s a story about perspective. About sense. About asking: Why? Why would you pay R18,000 for something you could get for a rand? Why would a brand make it, and why would society applaud it?

IThe rest of us, those who know how to value money, common sense, and practicality, we see this for what it is: a reflection of excess, a satire that nobody signed up for, and a wake-up call disguised as a tote bag.

So, the moral of the story is simple: If humans can fall for this, anything is possible. 🤷🏿

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If Your Dreadlocks Look Like a Bird’s Nest… Please Retwist Them.

If Your Dreadlocks Smell Like Neglect, It’s Not Culture — It’s Laziness

I was scrolling on TikTok the other day, minding my business, when I stumbled into one of those videos that you just know is about to start a war in the comments.

A girl with dreadlocks.

Her white mom telling her she should remove them because they look “gross.”

Cue dramatic music. Cue the internet courtroom.

And just like that, the comment section was probably ready to turn into a full United Nations summit on race, culture, oppression, identity, and everything in between.

But while everyone else was preparing their essays about racism and historical trauma, I was sitting there thinking something much simpler:

 Girl... when last did you retwist your dreadlocks? 🤨

Let me be clear before the race police arrive with their sirens:

This is not about race.

This is not about culture.

And it’s definitely not about hating dreadlocks.

It's is about maintenance.

Because somewhere along the way, we started confusing neglect with identity, and suddenly nobody can say anything anymore without it becoming a whole documentary.

And honestly? I’m tired.

Dreadlocks Are Not “Wash-and-Go”… They’re “Wash-and-Work”

People treat dreadlocks like they just magically exist.

As if you wake up one morning, shake your head like a lion in a shampoo commercial, and the locs just align themselves spiritually.

No.

Dreadlocks are commitment.

Dreadlocks are responsibility.

Dreadlocks are basically the PhD of hairstyles.

You have to:

- retwist the roots

- moisturize the scalp

- separate the locs

- wash them properly

- maintain the parts

And if you skip those steps for months or worse, years, it starts to show. 😬

Your hair stops looking like intentional locs and starts looking like it survived a hurricane.

But here’s the funny part.

The same people who will say “This is my culture!” will also ignore the care that actually keeps that culture looking good.

And suddenly when someone says,

“Hey… maybe fix that?”

Boom!

We’re having a political debate. 🤦🏿

Not Every Comment Is Racism, Sometimes It’s Just… Honesty 🤷🏿

Please listen carefully:

Not every criticism is oppression.

Sometimes your mom, yes, even your white mom, might just be saying:

«“My child, your hair looks like it fought a war and lost.”»

That’s not racism.

That’s motherhood.

Good parents say some uncomfortable things because they care about how you present yourself in the world.

And instead of talking about it privately like normal humans, we now run straight to social media like:

“GUYS LOOK WHAT MY MOM SAID.”

And suddenly strangers from five continents are debating your scalp.

All because someone suggested… a retwist.

This is what I mean when I say TikTok has turned minor family conversations into global conferences.

 If You Can’t Maintain Locs… Please Don’t Start Them

Here is my opinion.

If you know you cannot maintain dreadlocks — financially, hygienically, or simply because you’re lazy — please don’t get them. 🙅🏿

That’s it.

That’s the sermon.

Because retwisting locs is not cheap.

Anyone who maintains them properly knows this.

Salons charge serious money. 💸

Maintenance takes time.

And the process is not something you do once every three years when the moon is full. 🌚

So when someone chooses locs but refuses to maintain them, and then gets angry when people notice…

I’m sorry.

At some point we must choose between defensiveness and responsibility.

Because dreadlocks can look powerful.

Beautiful.

Clean.

Intentional.

But neglected locs?

Let’s just say… the vibe changes.

And somewhere along the way, social media convinced us that every uncomfortable comment must be turned into a public trial.

Instead of asking,

“Did they mean it that way?”

We immediately assume the worst possible motive and hit record.

But sometimes the solution is simpler.

Talk to your mom.

Talk to your friend.

Talk to the person who said it.

Maybe they were rude.

Maybe they weren’t.

Maybe they just noticed something you ignored.

Because not every moment needs to become a viral debate.

Sometimes the answer is simply:

Wash the hair. Retwist the locs. Continue living your life.

Revolution postponed.

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