Thursday, December 25, 2025

Stop Blaming Colonizers — Start Blaming the People in Charge Now

The Tweet That Wanted to Sound Deep (But Wasn’t)







Merry Christmas. 🎅🏿
To the people celebrating.
To the people pretending not to scroll.
To the people having a completely normal day.
To everyone everywhere — greetings.👋🏿

Now, let me pause. Literally.
Because I saw a tweet that tried very hard to be profound… and failed spectacularly.

You know the kind.
The “this is going to heal generations” type of tweet.
Lots of likes. Lots of agreement. Very little thinking.

The tweet argued that Africans struggle academically because they are taught in foreign languages — and that this is all still the fault of “colonizers”.

At first glance, it sounds intelligent. Emotional. Even caring.
But once you actually sit with it, the tweet starts lying by omission.

And that’s where my problem begins.




The Tweet’s First Trick: Oversimplification







Yes, language matters.
Yes, learning in a non-native language can be difficult.

I don’t deny that — I’ve lived it. 😕

I moved from an English-dominant school to a fully Afrikaans one. My Afrikaans marks dropped. Not because I suddenly lost brain cells, but because the environment changed. Context matters.

But here’s what the tweet does: it takes a real challenge and turns it into a single explanation for everything.

 That's dishonest.

If language alone explained academic failure, then Africans who succeed in these same languages simply wouldn’t exist. Yet they do. Millions of them. Daily.

The tweet ignores that reality because it ruins the narrative.




The Second Trick: Freezing Africans in the Past





This is where the tweet becomes insulting.

It speaks as if Africans today have no power. No governments. No ministries. No policy control. No agency.
As if we are permanently stuck in 1900.

But we’re not.

We have presidents. We have departments of education. We have the authority to add subjects, remove subjects, change curricula, and rewrite policy.

So when the tweet skips all of that and jumps straight to blaming people who have been gone for decades, it’s not truth — it’s convenience.

Blaming history is easier than interrogating the present.



The Hypocrisy the Tweet Hopes You Won’t Notice


Here’s the quiet part.

The same people pushing this argument:

• tweet in English
• build platforms in English
• earn degrees in English
• rely on English for global access

Yet suddenly, English (or Afrikaans, or French) is framed as an impossible burden that explains failure.

You can’t benefit from a system and then pretend it makes success impossible.
That’s not analysis. That’s selective outrage.



Who the Tweet Actually Protects


Ironically, this tweet doesn’t challenge power.
It protects it.

By endlessly blaming “colonizers,” it removes responsibility from:

• current leaders
• education ministers
• governments that have ruled for decades

If Afrikaans can be enforced in schools, it can be removed.
If policies exist, they can be changed.

So why aren’t they?

That’s the question the tweet carefully avoids — because it would require holding the right people accountable.




Why This Bothers Me






This isn’t about self-hate.
It’s about standards.

I’m tired of tweets that sound deep but lower expectations.
Tired of victimhood being confused with wisdom.
Tired of Africans being portrayed as permanently helpless/victims in order to protect leadership failures.

We can acknowledge history without being trapped by it.
We can talk about language without surrendering agency.

We deserve conversations that respect our intelligence — not emotional shortcuts dressed up as activism.

Anyways.
Merry Christmas. 🧑🏿‍🎄❤️
And here’s to thinking a little harder next time we hit “retweet”.

— The Dreamer’s Pause ⏯️ 



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Tuesday, December 23, 2025

If She Cheated, She’d Be Gone in 24 Hours — So Why Is He Still ‘Faithful’?

A Faithful Cheater? How a Nigerian Facebook Post Accidentally Exposed the Rot We Refuse to Address





By The Dreamer’s Pause


It’s only Tuesday.
Yet social media is already exhausted.

If you’ve been online this week — especially African social media — you’ve probably seen that story. The one that refuses to leave your timeline. The one that makes you pause, sigh, and ask yourself how, in the 21st century, we are still having the same tired conversations.


• A married woman.
• Four children.
• A housemaid.
• A husband.
• A betrayal so loud it crossed borders.

Depending on which version you read, the wife travelled either to another Nigerian state or to Canada to give birth. While she was away — pregnant, vulnerable, trusting — her husband slept with their housemaid and got her pregnant.

When the wife returned and found out, she did what shocked some people and offended others:
She left. She filed for divorce. She chose dignity.

And honestly?
That should have been the end of the story.
But Africa’s favourite sport is not football — it is selective outrage.



When Self-Respect Offends Society





What I saw when I read that she left was not rebellion.
I saw self-respect.


She respected herself.
She respected her children.
She respected both families involved.
She respected marriage enough not to reduce it to humiliation therapy.

But apparently, that was too much.

Because soon after, a Facebook post began circulating — written by a man — explaining, confidently and shamelessly, why the husband was actually… faithful.

Yes. Faithful.

According to him:

1. A man who impregnates his housemaid is a faithful husband.
2. The maid was “available” and therefore became a “useful tool”.
3. The wife should have stayed, taken care of the pregnant maid, and helped arrange her relocation.
4. Money — ₦50k monthly — should solve everything.
5. The child should later be introduced to the family quietly, like a delayed delivery.

I wish this was satire.
Unfortunately, it was written seriously.


Let’s Be Honest: Would This Grace Exist If the Roles Were Reversed?




Let’s stop pretending.
If a man (especially an African man) discovers his wife ever cheated:


• It does not take ten days.
• It does not take twenty-four hours.
• Sometimes, it doesn’t even take sunset.

Her bags are packed.
Her name is dragged.
Her dignity is stripped.

And society claps.

“He did the right thing.”
“He protected his respect.”
“He is a real man.”

But when a woman chooses the same boundary?
Suddenly she is:

 emotional 
• impatient
• toxic
• proud
• unforgiving
• unwise

So I ask: what kind of justice only works in one direction?



“Men Have Needs” Is Not a Moral Argument




Let’s address the most tired excuse of all.
“He Needs Sex"

If sexual frustration justifies betrayal, then marriage is meaningless.
Pregnancy becomes permission.
Distance becomes a loophole.
Illness becomes an excuse.

Love without patience is not love.
Commitment without discipline is not commitment.
Vows without restraint are just performance.

If the marriage was unbearable, there were options:

• conversation
• counselling
• separation
• divorce

Cheating — especially with a housemaid, in a clear power imbalance — clearly was not one of them.


And About the Housemaid…


No one online knows whether there was consent, coercion, pressure, or manipulation.

And that uncertainty alone should make everyone uncomfortable.

Employer-employee relationships are not neutral.
Power changes everything.

Reducing her to “a tool” is not culture.
It is dehumanisation.




From Lagos to Johannesburg — We See It


This story trended in Nigeria, but it resonated across Africa — including here in South Africa — because the pattern is familiar.

Different accents.
Same excuses.
Same entitlement.

Whether you say “na culture”, “that’s how men are”, or “a wise woman endures” — the message is the same:
Women must absorb male irresponsibility quietly.

Not anymore.


Final Pause


Kudos to that woman.
Not for being perfect — but for being clear.

May she find peace that does not require endurance.
Love that does not demand self-erasure.
And a partner that understands fidelity is not geography — it is character.

And to those still calling betrayal wisdom?

We see you.
And we are no longer silent.

— The Dreamer’s Pause


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Wednesday, December 17, 2025

The Ridiculous Lie We’ve All Been Repeating for Years: 8 Billion

8 Billion People on Earth… Really? Are We That Lazy With Numbers?








Alright, I need to say this before I officially lose my mind.

People. Stop. Saying. “8 billion.”

Yes, you read that right. Eight. Billion. People. On Earth. And apparently, we’ve been stuck at this number for years. Since 2014, in fact. Back then, I was in Grade 2, thinking the world was so big. Fast forward to 2025, and somehow, in all debates, texts, phone calls, casual conversations, and even those fancy shows with “experts,” people are STILL saying roughly 8 billion.

Let me get this straight — the world adds millions of people every year, yet we’re all conveniently rounding to the same number? Really? Are people dead, or is math just taking a nap?

I get it. I’ve heard the argument: “It’s just a rounded milestone.” Okay, fine. But here’s the thing — calling something a milestone doesn’t make it freeze in time. Ages change. Years change. The population? Technically, it’s changing — but you wouldn’t know that by listening to anyone talk about it.



Let me break it down for you:

2014: ~7.2 billion

2022: ~8.0 billion

2025: ~8.26 billion


Do you see what’s happening here? Small percentage changes in massive numbers. Sure, statistically significant, yes. But to our brains? It looks like the number just… stopped. And that, my dreamers, is hilarious and slightly horrifying.

Now, I know someone’s about to type in the comment section: “But Lilo, it’s just easier to say 8 billion.”
And yes. That’s true. But here’s the thing — it sounds dumb. When a smart person says it on TV like it’s frozen fact, my brain goes: “Wait… Are you serious? Did people stop being born? Are we in some weird population apocalypse?”

So yeah. Maybe I’m being dramatic. Maybe I’m imagining a secret global plot to keep humans at 8 billion forever. Maybe the scientists are just lazy. Or maybe… just maybe… it’s perfectly fine to call them out for sounding ridiculously oversimplified.



Either way, I’m putting it out here:

The world is growing, but we’re pretending it isn’t.

“8 billion” is convenient, but also slightly insulting to human brains everywhere.

And yes, I will continue being annoyed by it until someone actually explains it properly — preferably in the comments.


So, next time someone says “8 billion people,” you have my permission to roll your eyes, laugh darkly, and think: “Really? Still?”




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Saturday, December 13, 2025

DBE’s Dirty Secret? What Really Happened with the 2025 Matric Leak

WHEN THE PAPERS LEAK, TRUST BLEEDS

Gauteng, Matric Results, and the Question South Africa Can’t Ignore








So… hi. I’m back. 👋🏿

It’s been a minute since I last wrote — 1 December, to be exact. And today is the 13th. Life happened, thoughts piled up, and then this happened. And I knew I couldn’t stay quiet.

Because what we are witnessing right now with the 2025 matric exam paper leaks in Gauteng is not just “news”. It’s not just another scandal to trend for 48 hours and disappear. It’s embarrassing. Nationally embarrassing. System‑level embarrassing.

And as the girl behind The Dreamer’s Pause, I have some questions. 🤔




Let’s be clear: this is not gossip

This is verified. Confirmed. Investigated.

Seven matric exam papers — including English Home Language, Mathematics, and Physical Sciences — were accessed before they were written. The leak happened in the Tshwane / Pretoria area, which is in Gauteng, not the Free State. Not the Western Cape. Gauteng.

It involved seven high schools and about 26 learners. The names of the schools have not been released — and honestly, that’s probably wise. Naming them right now would be chaos. Parents would riot. Learners would be targeted. Innocent teachers would suffer.

But let’s not pretend this makes the situation any less serious.




The part that makes it worse? It came from inside




According to official statements, the leak did not originate from schools.

It came from inside the Department of Basic Education.

Yes. The same DBE trusted to protect national exams.

Two officials have already been suspended. A criminal case has been opened. And reports suggest that one of the implicated officials apparently is a parent of a matric learner. 😬

Now let me be sarcastic for just a second.

Imagine working at the DBE. Handling exam papers. Knowing the rules. Knowing the consequences. And still thinking:

> “My child must not fail. Let me just… help a bit.”



USB. Copy. Share.

And maybe — maybe — the child thought:

> “Wait. This thing has value.”



And just like that, the integrity of the matric system is sitting in a flash drive.

Dark humour aside — this is not small.




Gauteng’s reputation makes this hit harder



Here’s why people are uncomfortable.

Gauteng has been one of the top‑performing provinces for years:

2022: 2nd highest pass rate (84.4%)

2023: 3rd highest (85.4%)

2024: 3rd highest (88.4%)


Consistent. Strong. Competitive.

So now the question people are afraid to ask quietly becomes loud:

> Could this have happened before?



There is no evidence that past results were affected by leaks. Let me be very clear about that. None. Zero. Rumours are not facts.

But when a province with a strong academic reputation is now linked to leaked exam papers, people will naturally start connecting dots, even if the dots don’t belong together.

That’s the damage scandals cause. 🙁




And yes — the Western Cape comparison matters

Let’s not act brand new.

For years, Gauteng politicians and commentators have taken shots at the Western Cape — governance, race, education, economics, all of it. We’ve heard the narratives.

So forgive some of us in the Western Cape for side‑eyeing this situation and saying:

> “So… this is what excellence looks like?”



Petty? Maybe. Honest? Definitely. 🫤




What did the Minister say?



The Minister of Basic Education, Siviwe Gwarube, confirmed that:

The leak was contained to a specific area

Innocent learners will not be penalised

The integrity of the overall matric system remains intact

Investigations are ongoing, and consequences will follow


Markers actually detected the leak during marking because some answers matched the memoranda too perfectly — especially in English. 🤦🏿

So no, people didn’t just “get away with it”. The system caught it.

But the fact that it happened at all? That’s the wound. 🤕




Why this hurts learners the most

Because now:

Honest learners feel cheated

Hard‑working teachers feel undermined

Provinces get judged unfairly

And future matric results will be questioned before they’re even released


That kind of distrust doesn’t disappear easily.




Final thoughts — from a former matriculant




This isn’t about hating Gauteng. It’s not about glorifying the Western Cape. It’s not even about pass rates.

It’s about trust.

If the people entrusted with protecting our futures are willing to compromise them, then we have a deeper problem than leaked papers.

So I’ll ask what I really want to ask:

South Africans — what do you think?

Was this a once‑off ethical failure?

Or a symptom of something deeper?

How do we protect the credibility of matric results going forward?


Because one thing is certain:

When exam papers leak, trust bleeds.

— The Dreamer
Done. 🖤✍🏽


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Monday, December 1, 2025

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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