December, You Sneaky Devil

December, You Absolute Plot Twist

Okay, December. Seriously… what kind of surprise party is this? One second I’m in November, minding my business, and now—you just showed up like a bad ex sliding into DMs. I didn’t even know today existed. And honestly? After 2025, I don’t even know if I trust calendars anymore.

Let’s get real. Grade 12 me had a whole Hollywood script planned: university acceptance letters raining down, a cute job with benefits, social life popping like champagne, and a personal glow-up that would shame Instagram influencers. Fast forward… and we’re still here. No job yet. Still ghosted by colleges. Social life? RIP. Faith? Shaky. And me? Surviving the chaos like a reality TV contestant no one voted for.

But wait, the plot twist gets better. Yesterday, I discovered something life-changing: the SRD grant. Apparently, the government thinks unemployed people deserve R370 a month. R370, people! That’s… something. Toiletries, transport, maybe even a small pizza binge to celebrate not having to beg my mom for money this week. Why didn’t I know this throughout my gap year? WHO KNOWS. Timing is apparently a concept I’ve never mastered.

Here’s the thing, though: December doesn’t care. It’s going to be unpredictable, probably absurd. But I’m still alive. And if you’re alive too, your hope is technically still valid—even if it’s trembling under a pile of disappointment and confusion. So this month, I’m not going to pretend I’m “shining” or “thriving.” Nah. I’m going to survive, maybe laugh at how ridiculous life is, maybe cry a little, maybe apply for more grants. Who knows?

So cheers, December. May your chaos at least come with a hint of mercy. And to anyone reading this, remember: it’s okay if your December looks nothing like Pinterest. Survive, laugh, maybe even enjoy the absurdity. Trust me, that’s more than most can do.

— The girl behind The Dreamer’s Pause, reporting live from the chaos

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When Black People Online Decide Common Sense Is ,"White Supremacy"

THE DAY I LEARNED THAT LOGIC IS APPARENTLY “ANTI-BLACK.”

Yes… people are actually saying this with their full chest.

Welcome back to The Dreamer’s Pause, where we pause… to process humanity’s loudest nonsense.

So apparently, somewhere on the internet — probably conceived on Twitter, bottle-fed on TikTok, and raised by Facebook aunties — there’s a growing group of black people, proudly declaring:

> “Logic is anti-Black. Logic is imperialistic. To think freely, we must rebuild reason from the ground up.”

Pause.

Let me laugh. 🤭

And I hope you’re laughing too because… be serious. 

Logic? Anti-Black?🤨

Are we still on Earth or did we slide into a parallel universe where brain cells are optional?

Listen — I’m Black, but I’m not THAAAAT Black.🙅🏿

I’m not joining this “logic is racist” movement.

Count me OUT.

Before we even go deeper, let’s define the word being abused:

Imperialistic

(adj.) trying to dominate others culturally, politically, or economically.

Colonization. Empires. Power. All that.

Beautiful word.

Horrible application.

Like using a machete to butter your bread.

Because if logic is “imperialistic,” then every teacher we ever had is an undercover colonizer.

My Grade 1 maths teacher? Secret British governor.

My Life Sciences teacher? A rogue UN agent.

Your accounting teacher? Probably Queen Elizabeth in disguise.

Let’s be very honest:

If logic were truly imperialistic, you wouldn’t even know how to SPELL “imperialistic,” never mind misuse it online.

And yet, people will defend this madness with:

“They’re rejecting Western frameworks.”

“They’re decolonizing knowledge.”

No, sweetheart.

Being loud, chaotic, allergic to structure, and refusing accountability is NOT decolonization.

It’s not liberation.

It’s not a new wave of Afrocentric philosophy.

It’s just… illogical. 😕

And this mindset? This virus?

It’s global.

Not just in the U.S. — Africa also has this sickness.

Some of our people genuinely believe:

Speaking clearly = “acting white”

Thinking properly = “you’re doing too much”

Using logic = “you’re imitating Europeans”

Doing things correctly = “you think you’re better”

Excuse me?

Since when did thinking become a European export?

Did Adam and Eve ask Rome before thinking clearly?

Was Noah building the ark using British metrics?

Did Solomon need permission from Europe to write Proverbs?

Please.🙄

Logic is not white.

Logic is not Western.

Logic is not anti-Black.

Logic is making sense, having common sense.

It’s how we navigate life without embarrassing ourselves on the internet.

Let me be real.

In many Black families, there’s always that one person who thinks clearly — and they become “the odd one,” “the strict one,” “the one who talks too much,” “the one who thinks they’re better.”

I know that experience personally.

Wear your seatbelt? “You’re talking too much.”

Plan properly? “You want to control everything.”

Speak good English? “You’re acting white.”

Meanwhile, these same people will cry when their child fails an interview.

But online, people representing the community are out here saying “logic is anti-Black,” making us look unserious.

And here’s the funniest part:

People want to “rebuild reason from the ground up.”

But how do you rebuild something you’ve never used?

How do you redesign logic when your arguments don’t even have a foundation?

You cannot reject structure and call it freedom.

You cannot baptize foolishness and call it culture.

You cannot declare war on common sense and expect applause.

And the irony?

People need logic to even post these takes online — the same logic they’re condemning.

You used logic to form a sentence, type it, upload it, and press “post.”

Congratulations. You disproved your own argument. 🤦🏿

Moral of the Story

If you want to be illogical, be illogical.

If you want to be chaotic, the world is big.

If you want to reject common sense like it’s expired yoghurt, go ahead.

But:

Don’t drag the rest of us into it.

Don’t turn confusion into culture.

Don’t project your mental fog onto Black identity.

Logic protects us.

Logic elevates us.

Logic saves us.

Logic dignifies us.

Logic has never been anti-Black.

Stupidity is not heritage.

Confusion is not culture.

And loudness is not enlightenment.

Please — for the ancestors, for the culture, for our dignity —

Let’s stop embarrassing ourselves.

And with that…

The Dreamer pauses. 😮‍💨

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From President to Queen Mother: Is Samia Suluhu Building a Tanzanian Royal Family?

NEPOTISM, TIKTOK ARRESTS & A RISING FEMALE DICTATOR? — The Tanzanian Story Nobody Wants to Talk About

If you ever needed a perfect example of how African politics can quickly go from “historic moment” to “God, why?” in a matter of years, welcome to Tanzania. Grab water. Get a snack. You will need strength.

Let’s start with the basics.

🇹🇿 Meet the President: Samia Suluhu Hassan

- Born: 27 January 1960

- Age: 65

- Became President: 19 March 2021 (after President Magufuli died)

- Re-sworn in for a full term: 3 November 2025

- First woman president of Tanzania.

- First woman from East Africa to hold a head-of-state position.

- And apparently, the first woman in East Africa whose leadership is starting to raise… let’s say… “dynasty-building” questions.

When she entered office in 2021, people around the world were celebrating:

“A queen! A mother! A soft heart! A symbol of progress!”

Me included.

But darling… wisdom comes with age.💯

Because fast-forward to 2025 — and suddenly, the story changes.

🟪 The Nepotism Plot Twist No One Asked For (2025)

After her 2025 re-election (which came with its own raised eyebrows), Madam President performed a cabinet reshuffle. Sounds normal, right?

Until Tanzania woke up to this:

✅ Appointed: Her Daughter

Wanu Hafidh Ameir → Deputy Minister of Education

Yes. You read that correctly.

The Ministry that shapes the entire next generation.

✅ Appointed: Her Son-in-Law

Mohamed Mchengerwa → Minister of Health

Health. The whole country's wellbeing.

Imagine waking up sick and remembering your health minister is your president’s son-in-law.

Oh, Africa… my beloved. 😩

These two appointments are confirmed publicly through major African news platforms.

This is not gossip.

This is not TikTok conspiracy.

This is documented reality.

🟦 And What About “the Whole Family Took Over the Government”?

This part lives in the world of rumours, Twitter threads, WhatsApp aunties, and the ever-reliable Cousin Factories™.

❗ Confirmed:

Only her daughter and son-in-law hold major cabinet positions.

❗ Not Confirmed (but widely circulated):

Claims that “all her relatives” hold government posts.

Many say it, but no credible documents name additional family members with official positions.

But you know what?

Dictatorships start exactly like this.

One appointment here… a son-in-law there…

Before you know it, we’re attending the “Suluhu Royal Coronation” wearing beads.

🔥 The TikTok Arrests – The Day Freedom of Expression Cried (2022–2024)

Now, let’s talk about the moment many Tanzanians realised their freedom was on life support.

Multiple Tanzanian youths were arrested for:

- Using the president’s voice

- Making TikTok jokes

- “Disrespecting” her

- “Spreading misinformation”

- Or simply for being funny

Instead of laughing and moving on like a normal leader, authorities used cybercrime laws to prosecute them.

Videos circulated showing:

- Youth being handcuffed

- Phones confiscated

- Parents crying

- Police giving statements about “protecting the image of the president”

Imagine going to jail because you used a SOUND.

A SOUND. 🤦🏿

No serious country behaves like that.

At that point, many people online said:

“Tanzania now has the first female dictator.”

And honestly?

When you criminalise jokes, the label starts writing itself.

⚫ The Bigger Problem — This Is Not Just Tanzania

This is Africa’s curse.

Presidents treat countries like private properties.

Leadership becomes a family inheritance.

And while citizens struggle for:

- jobs

- clean water

- working hospitals

- safe schools

- functioning infrastructure

Their leaders are busy securing futures for their children instead of their nations.

Our continent is bleeding from nepotism, corruption, and self-appointed kings and queens.

🟣 My Commentary: When Will Accountability Come?

Every African child has asked this question at some point:

“Who will hold our leaders accountable?”

Sometimes it feels like the answer is… no one.

People get excited when the first woman becomes president.

But gender does not equal goodness.

A woman can be just as corrupt, just as power-hungry, and just as dangerous as a man.

Leadership is not about chromosomes.

It’s about character.

And what we’re seeing in Tanzania?

It looks like the beginning of something Africa has seen too many times.

I’m scared for them.

And angry for all of us.

🟡 If Tanzania Were Doing Better, We Would Know

Let’s be honest.

If Tanzania were rising like South Korea, booming like Rwanda, or competing with South Africa’s economy, we would hear it.

But we’re not hearing anything.

Which should tell you something.

A healthy country shows its growth.

A declining one shows its scandals.

🟢 Final Thoughts

What’s happening in Tanzania is not just Tanzania’s business.

It’s a warning for the whole continent.

This is how dictatorships begin:

One family appointment at a time.

One silenced critic at a time.

One arrested TikToker at a time.

Africans deserve better.

We deserve leaders who serve the people — not their bloodlines.

🧡 Happy Thanksgiving (Yes, Even Today)

Even though this is a heavy topic, I still want to say:

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone celebrating around the world.

May you have something to be grateful for — even if your government gives you very few reasons. 😬

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Katy Perry Got the Mansion. Now She Wants the Man’s Money Too. Seriously?

When Wealth Punches Down: The Katy Perry vs. The Elderly Veteran Saga Nobody Asked For

[Katy Perry - ©Abaca]

There are celebrity scandals that are messy, embarrassing, chaotic, and easily forgettable. And then there are scandals like this — the kind that make you sit back, blink twice, and ask, “Wait, what in the capitalist fever dream is going on?”

So, gather around. The girl behind The Dreamer’s Pause has something to say.

The Case That Should’ve Ended in 2024… but Apparently Didn’t

Let’s start simple.

An elderly military veteran — let’s call him what he is: old, sick, retired, and vulnerable — sold his house. But at the time he signed the papers, he was fresh out of surgery, on heavy medication, and not exactly in the mental state to negotiate a multi-million-rand-anything.

Enter Katy Perry.

Yes, that Katy Perry.

Musician. Performer. Las Vegas headliner. Millionaire many times over. Unfortunately, someone's role model.

Not exactly struggling to keep the lights on.

In her view, the sale was valid. The veteran’s family disagreed. A legal battle broke out.

And guess who won?

If you said “the rich celebrity,” congratulations — you have successfully unlocked Level 1 of Real-World Logic™.

The court ruled the sale valid. Katy Perry got the property in 2024.

End of story, right?

Oh, sweetheart. If only.

The Plot Twist Nobody Wanted

Fast-forward. Papers are signed. Mansion settled. The ink is dry.

But suddenly, Katy Perry is back in court — suing the same elderly, sick veteran for money.

Why?

Because she claims she lost rental income and endured financial delays during the legal dispute.

Let me pause dramatically for effect.

Katy. Perry.

One of the highest-earning pop stars of the last decade.

The woman who sold her music catalogue for around two hundred million dollars.

The woman whose YouTube views alone could fund several municipalities.

This woman is suing a sick elderly veteran for damages.

If your jaw is hanging, please know you are not alone.

The Court’s Decision: Legally Correct, Morally Cold

Now, let’s talk about the judge.

Did they show sympathy?

Empathy?

Basic human warmth?

Nope.

The ruling was simple:

- The contract was valid.

- He signed it.

- He wasn’t legally incompetent at the time — even if he was medicated, weak, and recovering from surgery.

- Therefore, Katy Perry is entitled to sue for damages.

Legally, the judge followed the book.

Morally?

It looked like the book was written by a robot that’s never interacted with another human being.

And while some people whisper theories about bribes and celebrity influence — that’s not something we can claim as fact, which i believe that might have occurred. But what we can say is this:

The system consistently bends toward the powerful.

You don’t need corruption for injustice to happen.

Sometimes inequality comes pre-installed.

Celebrity Privilege: The World’s Worst Superpower

What stings the most about this case is how familiar it feels.

Celebrities walk around with a level of privilege that should honestly be classified as a supernatural ability. They make one call, and suddenly the world rearranges itself. Meanwhile, everyday people — especially veterans, the elderly, the vulnerable — are left pulling scraps off the floor.

And then you have the fanbases.

The unstoppable, unblinking, hyper-defensive internet armies who will defend their fave with the intensity of people who’ve been promised a ticket to heaven for their loyalty.

The KatyCats.

The BeyHive.

The fan cults of pop culture.

Some of them are already online screaming, “SHE DID NOTHING WRONG!!!”

Even when the situation looks like the celebrity equivalent of kicking someone who’s already on the ground.

If the roles were reversed?

If Katy Perry were the sick, elderly victim, and some billionaire was suing her?

These same fans would be sharpening their digital pitchforks.

But when it’s their fave doing the punching-down… silence. Or worse, excuses.

Why This Story Hits a Nerve

Because deep down, we all know this:

If this man were rich, he’d never be in this position.

If Katy Perry were poor, she’d never sue.

This story is not about a house.

It’s not about the law.

It’s not even about Katy Perry personally.

It’s about:

- Power imbalance

- The coldness of the legal system

- The ease with which the rich crush the vulnerable

- And the fact that compassion is optional when you can afford to skip it

This case is a reminder that “legal” and “humane” do not always overlap.

Sometimes they don’t even make eye contact.

Where Do We Go From Here?

I’ll be honest:

People have every right to call for accountability.

Unfollowing celebrities like Katy Perry, withdrawing support, and choosing who you consume ethically?

That’s public conscience.

No threats.

No harassment.

No violence.

Just accountability and choice.

Because when you’re a public figure, again like Katy Perry with global influence and millions in the bank, the bare minimum is showing compassion to someone who clearly deserved it.

Final Pause

Sometimes these Celebrities need to be called out.

Sometimes powerful people need to hear, “This was wrong.”

And sometimes, honesty is the only pause worth taking.

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Rigged or Just Risky? The Vote Scandal That Rocked Miss Universe 2025

Miss Universe 2025: How the Crown Turned Into a Boardroom Play (While the Real Queen Sat on the Sidelines)

You know, when I tuned into Miss Universe 2025, I didn’t expect a board meeting in a tiara factory. But that’s exactly what it felt like. Behind the glitter and the gowns, something very fishy was cooking — and no, I don’t mean the seafood buffet at the venue.

Let’s talk about Olivia Yacé, Miss Côte d’Ivoire. From the very first walk, she brought that queen energy. Poise? Check. Confidence? Double check. Her answers were sharp, her stage presence was magnetic, and her grace was unmatched. A lot of us on the internet (and not just internet randos — real pageant fans, activists, people who watch for the right reasons) were screaming: She deserves the crown. But when the final moment came… she landed in the top four.😕 Top four — not top two, not winner. And that, my friends, feels like a very generous “almost.”

Instead, the crown was placed on Fátima Bosch, Miss Mexico, on 21 November 2025. Beautiful, yes. Talented, yes. But the crown landing on her head raised eyebrows. During a livestreamed event in Thailand on 4 November 2025, Nawat Itsaragrisil, a Miss Universe executive, publicly called her out for missing a promotional shoot — allegedly calling her “dumb.” Security had to escort her out. Who does that? That’s not a pageant director — that’s someone running a very high-stakes contract negotiation.

And speaking of negotiations…👀 let’s imagine what really went down behind closed doors. Picture this:🖼️

A super duper secret meeting somewhere in Miami (or Mexico, somewhere fancy). Raúl Rocha Santu is pacing nervously. Bernardo Bosch Hernández leans back, cool as a cucumber. The tension is heavy — and the tequila hasn’t even been served yet.)

Bernardo Bosch Hernández: 😠“Raúl… you know why I’m here. That livestream thing with Nawat? Public humiliation. My daughter? She deserves more than shame — she deserves the crown.”

Raúl Rocha Santu: 😥stops pacing, suddenly sweating slightly “Bernardo… listen… I… I don’t know. Miss Universe isn’t a small thing. My position… my reputation… all this money, it’s on the line!”

Bernardo: 😏smirking “Exactly. That’s why you should listen. Look, we both know how this game works. You crown my daughter, Miss Mexico, and suddenly everyone forgets Nawat’s little meltdown. Sponsors are happy, the press is happy, and yes… your empire stays intact.”

Raúl: 😟eyes darting, whispering almost to himself “But… if this leaks… what if people think I sold the crown? My whole name…”

Bernardo: 😉 leans forward, lowering his voice, playful but serious “Raúl… c’mon. We’re both Mexican. You want legacy? You want money? You want respect? This is how it’s done. A little power, a little negotiation… maybe a little intimidation. And suddenly, boom — you’re a hero, my daughter’s a queen, and everyone’s happy. Or at least, they pretend to be.”

Raúl: 😮‍💨takes a deep breath, nods slowly, almost trembling “Alright… alright… we do it. But you promise me — optics, narrative, everything perfect. One wrong move and…”

Bernardo: 😁grinning “And one wrong move? Then you call Nawat back and pretend it never happened. Easy.”

Raúl: 🙄sighs, running hands through hair, half-laughing “I can’t believe we’re doing this. This is insane. But… okay. Miss Mexico. The crown is hers. Let’s just pray the world buys it.”

Bernardo: 😌laughs softly “Oh, they will. Mexico’s pride, money, and a tiny bit of fear. Works every time.”

Pause for a moment — if the crown can be negotiated behind closed doors, does winning on stage even matter?🤔

And let’s talk about Miss Jamaica for a second. Gorgeous, talented, fierce — she clearly deserved a spot in the top 30. But she didn’t make it, and worse? Some fans believe she should’ve replaced Miss France. (No shade — but really, France?) Watching her perform, I had that “why doesn’t she get her moment?” feeling. And when she didn’t, it felt less like a tragic elimination and more like a missed promise.

At its heart, Miss Universe 2025 was a tangled mix of elegance and tension, glitz and negotiation. It’s not just about who walks the best or who answers the toughest question — it’s about who someone somewhere decided should win. That decision feels less like a crowning moment and more like the outcome of a very expensive deal.

And here’s the kicker: Olivia Yacé, she didn’t just miss her crown — in the court of public opinion, she won. Her fans, her supporters, and the many people who saw real royalty in her performance will remember 2025 not as “the year someone else won,” but as “the year she should’ve won.”

Miss Universe is supposed to celebrate beauty, intelligence, and grace. This year… apparently, it celebrated who had the deepest pockets, the shadiest deals, and the boldest backroom moves. And the crown? Well, let’s just say it came with a business plan.💸👔💼

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