Friday, October 3, 2025

Passion Is Overrated: Why Your Dream Job Might Ruin the Economy

Are We All Just Wasting Degrees? Gen Z, African Parents, and the Career Crisis No One Wants to Talk About









Lilo has something heavy (and hilarious) to get off her chest. Let’s talk careers, passions, and the generational mess we’ve found ourselves in. Because honestly, it’s not just South Africa — this thing is global. From Lagos to Joburg to New York, young people are picking careers that either don’t make sense, don’t pay, or are already so overpopulated that they’ve basically turned into waiting rooms instead of opportunities.







Let’s start with us — Gen Z. Compared to Millennials (who I must admit are a little sharper than us), we’re fumbling. And don’t get me started on the generation after us… they’re not doing much better. We live in a world where certain jobs are urgently needed, yet most of us are flooding into faculties that don’t have space for us anymore. For example: Law. Everybody wants to be a lawyer. Nigerians especially love the barrister outfits — scroll through graduation photos and it’s robes everywhere. But isn’t this career already overflowing? And let’s be honest: a lot of those students aren’t choosing law out of passion, but because their parents shoved them into it.




And that’s the African mentality still alive today: if you want respect and money, you must be a doctor, an engineer, or a lawyer. Period. As if being a farmer, welder, or plumber is useless. Yet those so-called “dirty jobs” are the backbone of the economy. Personally, I salute men who do them, because let’s be real — 80% of women (myself included) wouldn’t go near that kind of work. Meanwhile, toxic feminists scream equality while ignoring that someone has to climb into the sewers and fix the pipes. Fantasy, fantasy.

But here’s where I check myself. I underestimated doctors. I thought, “Everyone is becoming a doctor, so what’s the point?” But the truth is, South Africa (and the world) is desperate for more healthcare workers. Still, don’t expect me to join that battlefield. The sight of blood? I would faint on the patient before the surgery even started. And engineers? Same story. Critical, but overcrowded with students whose parents forced them
 there.




And yet, the real problem is this: the jobs that are most urgently needed — healthcare, engineering, ICT, skilled trades, maintenance — are the very ones so many of us don’t enjoy. How do you survive three or four years in university studying something you hate, just because the economy needs it? It’s not easy. But if we don’t do it, then what? Countries end up hiring outsiders, importing skills, or handing everything to AI. And that comes at a huge cost.

This is where the debate gets juicy: should we follow what we love, knowing it may not pay or help the economy much? Or should we sacrifice passion for the careers that are scarce, lucrative, and desperately needed — even if we don’t enjoy them? Or is there some middle ground, like doing your passion but keeping a scarce-skill job as a side hustle?




So I throw it to you, readers of TheDreamersPause: what’s the solution? Do we chase love, money, or the economy? Let’s debate — because this crisis isn’t just mine, it’s all of ours.

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Wednesday, October 1, 2025

From Blood on the Streets to a Death Sentence: Joseph Kabila’s Legacy of Terror”

Joseph Kabila: Congo’s “Hero”? No. The Monster Who Finally Got His Day of Justice









It’s the 1st of October, and I can’t believe this is what I’m posting first on my blog. Heavy. Traumatizing. Shocking. But somehow… it feels like justice is finally speaking.

Joseph Kabila. That man. The one who ruled Congo for almost two decades, while the country burned, bled, and screamed under corruption, fear, and violence. And now — finally — a military court in Kinshasa has sentenced him to death in absentia. Treason. Collusion with rebels. Crimes against humanity. Murder. Torture. Insurrection. Guilty. End of story.

Do I celebrate death? No. But let’s be real. There are people in this world who deserve to face consequences, and Kabila is one of them. Piles of dead bodies. Mothers screaming. Children killed. Families destroyed. And some people still call him a “hero”? Are you serious?





I remember as a child, back when CDs were still a thing, seeing footage I will never forget. Soldiers throwing people into rivers alive, shooting them, piling corpses into trucks while laughing. Mothers crying. Children on the floor. Blood everywhere. Horror. And now people are shocked he got a death sentence? Please.

And let me say this loud and clear: it’s not just him. His family — including his wife, Marie Olive Lembe di Sita, and his children — they all knew. I know she knew. I know they knew what he was doing to Congo for over 20 years. They profited, enabled, or turned blind eyes. And if the DRC ever investigates them properly? They should not just face legal consequences—they should lose everything. Passports revoked, documents canceled, businesses seized, corporate empires nationalized. Every penny, every asset, every illegal advantage taken from Congo? Gone. Permanently.



We cannot let this slide. Not now. Not ever. We cannot let families profit from crime while the nation suffers. That is injustice. And Congo deserves better. We deserve better.

Joseph Kabila is not a hero. He is a monster. His legacy is blood, corruption, and terror. And if anyone dares call him a “fallen hero” again, remember the children, the mothers, the blood, the fear. Remember the nation he almost destroyed.



Finally, finally, justice has spoken. But let’s not stop here. Let’s make sure this moment counts. That truth, accountability, and rebuilding follow. That Congo rises. That no one else ever dares.



The Girl Behind The Dreamer’s Pause


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Friday, September 26, 2025

When Arab Slave Masters Become Your Role Models: The Identity Crisis of Somalia & Morocco.

You’re African by Geography, Arab by Delusion — Pick a Side Already.





















Listen, let’s just get straight into it — because I’ve been holding this in for a while, and today I feel generous enough to say it with my chest. Some of y’all love the African soil under your feet, the African food in your belly, the African football tournaments for your entertainment — but the second someone calls you “African,” you’re clutching your pearls like I’ve just committed a war crime.


Yes, I’m talking about certain countries in this continent — Somalia, Morocco (and friends, don’t feel too safe, you’re in the group chat too). The way some of you scream “We’re Arabs, not Africans!” is actually laughable. If Africa was a school class, y’all would be the kids dragging your desks to the corner, insisting you’re “different,” while still begging the teacher to grade your papers.




The Historical Comedy Show ๐ŸŽญ







Quick reality check:

Somalia and Morocco are on African soil. Geographically. Factually. Undebatably. If you don’t like that, take it up with God, not me.

You call yourselves Arabs? Cool. But let’s not forget who colonised, enslaved, and actively looked down on you for centuries. Spoiler: it wasn’t the Bantu-speaking neighbors. It was the Arabs.


Let’s flip some dusty history pages, shall we?

The Arab slave trade started around the 7th century — centuries before the transatlantic one. Millions of black Africans were dragged north. That’s why in a lot of Arab countries, anti-black racism is baked in like overcooked bread.

Somalia, Sudan, North Africa — all tied into those trade routes. The cultural “Arabness” came with it. The language, the religion, the prestige. And yes, the colorism and superiority complex too.


So let me get this straight: you’re rejecting Africa but proudly clinging to an identity shaped by people who enslaved you and your neighbors? Make it make sense. ๐Ÿค”




Religion or Influence?





Before anyone faints, let me clarify: I never said the Qur’an itself teaches that Arabs are superior to Africans. Nope. What I did say — and stand by — is that the interpretation and practice of Islam in Arab societies a  influenced this mindset. When Somalis and North Africans embraced Islam, they also absorbed cultural attitudes from the Arab world.

And listen, you don’t even have to take my word for it. If you’re curious, go read the Qur’an yourself, go read how people were instructed to interact with non-Muslims, with outsiders, with “the other.” See if you notice the influence. It’s there.
 IF YOU'RE ALLOWED ๐Ÿ˜‰ 




Morocco at the Football Pitch ⚽๐Ÿ”ฅ






Now, let’s talk receipts. Remember March 2022? The World Cup playoff between Morocco and DR Congo? Chommie, the racism was not hiding. Congolese players and fans accused Moroccans of racist chants and abuse. The internet went wild. And that’s not even the first or last time North African fans have been exposed for anti-black behavior.

Yet the same Morocco will proudly rep Africa when AFCON comes around (oh yes, the Africa Cup of Nations, which ran most recently in Ivory Coast, Jan–Feb 2024). And guess who’s hosting AFCON in 2025? Morocco. Oh, so you’re African when there’s a trophy involved? Cute. ๐Ÿ™ƒ




The Somali TikTok Fashion Police ๐Ÿ‘—๐Ÿ˜‚








Another day, another TikTok meltdown. So an African girl posts a video: she gets home after work, changes out of her day clothes, and slips into her home outfit—a Baati. Simple, relatable, funny. You know the drill: work clothes → home clothes, school uniform → comfy home wear. We’ve all done it. It’s like a mini “I survived the day” celebration.

But wait… Somali TikTok sees this and loses it: “Nooo! That’s OUR dress! Only Somali women wear this! We invented it!”

Hold up. The video didn’t say that. It wasn’t a claim of cultural dominance. It was comedy. Relatable content. Light-hearted. But somehow, it became a “gatekeeping African dress” competition.

Newsflash: the Baati has been rocking Africa for centuries. Congo, Nigeria, Ghana, Tanzania… basically half the continent. You wear it a lot? Cool. You invented it? Chommie, sit down.๐Ÿ™„ This isn’t a patent office. Nobody’s suing anyone for comfort. Relax, take a sip of tea, and enjoy the fact that African women have been winning at comfy fashion for centuries.





Forgive, Forget… But Also Remember ๐Ÿ˜

I’m not angry. Truly, I’m not. But I find it funny. I find it ironic. I find it absolutely wild that in 2025 we’re still having this conversation. Africans are out here trying to unite (one day๐Ÿคž๐Ÿฟ), fight for development, uplift each other. Meanwhile, some of our siblings are still busy gatekeeping clothes and running from their own continent like it’s on fire.

No, Somalia and Morocco, Africa isn’t the problem. The problem is the Arab colonisation you still worship like it’s a personality trait. Forgive and forget, yes — but don’t erase yourselves while at it.




Final Word ✍๐Ÿพ





So here’s my free advice: if you hate being African so much, maybe petition the UN to relocate your whole country to the Middle East. Or better yet, float it into the Mediterranean. Because until then, geography is stubborn, and Google Maps does not lie: you are African.๐Ÿ’ฏ

And honestly? That’s not an insult. It’s the biggest blessing you keep running away from. ๐ŸŒ✨

Signed,
The Girl Behind the Dreamer’s Pause


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Thursday, September 25, 2025

Still on Earth, Still Watching: The Day the Rapture Didn’t Happen

 “The Rapture Was a Joke: How Three South African Pastors Fooled the World and Made TikTok Cry”











Y’all… I’m laughing so hard, but at the same time… my brain hurts. Let me tell you about the wildest circus to hit South Africa—and honestly, the internet—recently. The so-called Rapture prediction of September 23–24, 2025.

Now, for context: this madness started with three men—let’s call them the Three Musketeers of Deception: Joshua Mhlakela, Brother Enigma, and Sizwe.





Joshua Mhlakela claimed he “saw” the Rapture happening on these exact dates. Yep, the Bible literally says no one knows the day or hour, but somehow, this ordinary man had the inside scoop. People sold everything. Quit jobs. Some kept only their phones—probably to record themselves “ascending.” TikTok blew up. Memes were made. Trumpets were bought. People cried. And I… laughed.








Then there’s Brother Enigma, the undisputed king of fear. This man took normal life and declared it sinful. Watching soccer? Sin. Using lotion? Sin. Going to school? Sin. Owning a car? Sin. Breathing air? Probably sin too. Fear-mongering level 1000. People actually followed him. People actually obeyed. That’s manipulation, not prophecy.





Sizwe, the third musketeer, helped amplify the chaos, making sure the Rapture hype reached every TikTok feed, every WhatsApp group, every confused neighbor who suddenly thought the world was ending.





Now, let’s talk about the fallout:

TikTok videos mocking crying believers? ✅

People buying trumpets to trick their neighbors? ✅

Global ridicule of Christianity in 2025? ✅

Faith shaken for some who blindly followed? Unfortunately… ✅





Here’s the truth: God is not a God of confusion. He does not predict chaos through ordinary men. He does not make people sell everything in fear. And anyone claiming otherwise is misleading people—and yes, I’m looking at you, Musketeers.

This is bigger than a failed prophecy. This is about accountability. These men made claims that hurt people, spread fear, and got the world talking—not about faith—but about how gullible humans can be when charmed by charisma and hype.



If you’re reading this, take a lesson:

Check the facts.

Remember the Bible says no one knows the day or hour.

Don’t let anyone make your faith about fear or manipulation.

And for the love of sanity… don’t buy a trumpet to “trick” your neighbors.

Lilo Phedra  is saying this loud and clear: False prophets will be exposed. Fear will not govern your life. And the Rapture? Well, it can wait… because clearly, it missed September 23–24, 2025.

Stay wise. Stay laughing. And most importantly… stay uncharmed by the Three Musketeers of chaos.


References ๐Ÿ“š


Brother Enigma:



Joshua Mhlakela:


Sizwe



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Monday, September 22, 2025

Meet Diella: The AI Minister Who Stole Someone's Job Without a Degree

So We’re Appointing Robots as Ministers Now? September, You’ve Officially Lost It.










Listen… September 2025 has been giving me migraines. I swear this month has lasted longer than my whole high school career. Scandals, abominations, taboo headlines — every single day. And just when I thought I’d seen it all, Albania woke up and said: “You know what would fix corruption? A robot minister.”


Yes. A robot. Meet Diella — the new “parliamentary minister” of Albania. A virtual Barbie doll for politics, programmed to fight corruption. Apparently, Prime Minister Edi Rama thought this was genius. Sir, if this is your definition of fighting corruption, please buy a dictionary. Better yet, ask Diella to Google it for you.




The Tea (Facts, Because Y’all Think I’m Making This Up):


When: September 2025 (a.k.a. the month that deserves its own Netflix horror documentary).

What: Albania appointed an AI called Diella to handle public procurement. She gives speeches, evaluates tenders, and smiles pixel-perfectly on screens.



Who’s Behind It: The National Agency for Information Society (AKSHI) + Microsoft Azure. Basically, humans coded her — surprise!

Why: Rama claims it’ll make contracts “100% corruption-free.” Which is hilarious, because nothing screams “corruption-free” like appointing someone you can’t even arrest.





My Take (And I’m Not Holding Back):

[Prime Minister: Edi Rama]



Let’s get one thing clear: Diella did not spend seven years sweating in law school. She didn’t wake up at 3 a.m. to cram for exams. She didn’t even run for office. She’s just lines of code in a fancy wig. And somehow, she gets the title of Minister? Meanwhile, humans are out here hustling for internships. Make it make sense.

And don’t you dare tell me she’s not replacing humans. She already replaced someone. There used to be an actual human minister there — with flaws, yes, but also accountability. If Diella messes up, who’s guilty? Not her. Not Rama. The accountability vanishes into Wi-Fi signals. That’s not progress; that’s digital corruption with glitter on top.




The Humor (Because I Need to Laugh Before I Cry):





Picture this: a heated parliamentary debate. Everyone shouting, throwing papers. And then Diella calmly appears on a giant screen like: “Processing… corruption detected… beep beep.” Honestly, the comedy writes itself.

China, the tech capital of the universe, hasn’t even pulled this stunt. But Albania? Albania said, “Step aside, world, we’re about to make history with the dumbest idea of 2025.”




Final Thoughts:



September has truly unhinged reality. If AI ministers are “the future,” then chommie, the future looks like a circus. Diella isn’t fighting corruption — she’s hiding it. Because behind every AI, there’s still a human pulling strings.

So no, this isn’t progress. This is humanity putting on clown shoes and calling it innovation.

Signed,
The Girl Behind The Dreamer’s Pause — who still can’t believe a robot beat her to a ministerial position.


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