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With how sad I felt most of 2024, I forgot to celebrate my Podcast #WingingitwithZandi
Thank you @Tabokamelon for the #Goodvision
and @kxlegit for the music, @WingItOn for the venue and fire wings,& my guests.
In the words of Arnold -" I will be back"
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🚨 URGENT RECALL NOTICE | NESTLÉ NAN INFANT FORMULA
The Department of Health urges parents and caregivers to immediately stop using affected Nestlé NAN products.
This follows the National Consumer Commission’s recall notice; Product: NAN Special Pro HA Infant Formula (0–12 months), 800g tin
Batch Number: 51660742F3
Manufactured: June 2025
Expiry Date: 15 December 2025
Check your stock and discontinue use if affected
#NANRecall #GovZAUpdates #HealthZA #ChildSafety
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The fact that I’ll have a Ph.D under my belt by the end of this year is so mind blowing. Like I’m not surprised at myself but I REALLY DID THAT! 🔥😮💨
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My colleague has been hospitalised after giving birth. She's in need of O+ blood donor. She's at princess marina hospital. Sharists please do your thing 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾 – at Botswana
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A lot of people live for years while being passively suicidal. They go to work, laugh at jokes, show up for others while carrying a low, constant wish for relief that doesn’t require them to actively choose death. It’s the state of not exactly wanting to die but also not
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‘Talk to someone’
What people don’t always understand is that depression comes in stages.
There is a stage where you still have the mental capacity to reach out. In that phase, talking to someone can genuinely help, sometimes it can even pull you back from the edge.
Then there is another stage where suicidal thoughts begin to surface, but a thin thread of hope still exists. This is the stage where people tweet cryptic message ‘bye guys. I tried my best’ or even text friends in the middle of a suicide attempt. A part of them is still hoping someone will notice and arrive early enough to pull the rope away. Many attempts at this stage end up failing, precisely because that hope hasn’t completely died.
And then there is the final stage of depression, THE MOST DANGEROUS ONE. At this point, the person does not want to be saved. They leave no clues, no messages, no room for interruption. There is no call for help. No one knows anything is wrong until they are gone.
In that stage, the person can still laugh with you, joke with you, and appear happy and bubbly. Nothing about them looks broken, so no one thinks to check or tries to stop them.
‘Talk to someone’ ends after the first two stages.
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🇧🇼 was repped in the men's street event at World Skateboard Cup for the Olympics qualifers in Japan ✨ No podium finish but thanks to Theo Setsetse for making sure we are now on the World Skateboarding Rankings🔥💯 Taking 🇧🇼 to skating world stages👏👏💕
#TeamBotswana
#Skate🇧🇼
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2026, A big girl job 🕯
One that comes with financial stability, career progression, occasional travel, a good work environment and great colleagues. Amen
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“you’re so private and mysterious” girl, i literally just stay home unless i’m going to work or see the people who are kind to me. idk what else to say.
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no one talks about how draining it is when your mood constantly switches between "keep going, it will get better" and "i can't do this anymore, im about to give up." it's like living in emotional whiplash. one hour you're hopeful, the next you're spiralin
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The perfect Christmas Sweater doesn’t ex —
Is that Darryl Jenks from the 1988 Miss Black Awareness Pageant?
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"everything happens for a reason" is a sentence we reach for when we don't know how to sit with randomness.
an essay on the cruelty of toxic positivity.
link: open.substack.com/pub/baluci…
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Hot take, and this one is for my close friends.
I know some of you haven’t forgotten that I lost my dad. But I also feel like, after a while, people forget to remember. The check-ins reduce. The awareness fades. Life moves on for everyone else, which is fair tbh. It’s not a personal thing so that’s normal.
But whe I decline invites and people ask, “Why aren’t you coming? What happened?” I’m always a bit stunned. Like… take a wild guess? Everything is still fresh. I lost a parent. Someone actually died in my life this year.
It may not feel that deep to you, but it is to me.
Sometimes I’m just not in the mood. Sometimes I don’t have the capacity. And yes, in an ideal world, you’d still be checking in, because grief doesn’t expire (mine isn’t even up to 8 months). 💀
And when people say things like, “You carry grief well,” I honestly don’t know what that means. How exactly am I supposed to carry it? Loudly? Quietly? Performatively?
Just because I’m not always talking about it or posting about it doesn’t mean it’s not heavy. This wasn’t a random loss. This was my dad. A parent. My person.
So, yeah. 🫠
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“It’s just that all of these Caribbean resorts look exactly the same to me. It’s just a random beach.”
“Oh I see. You think this has nothing to do with you. You sit at your laptop, and you select… I don’t know, that all-inclusive resort for instance, because you’re trying to tell the world that you take yourself too seriously to care about what cookie-cutter consumerist hotel your parents made you go to.
But what you don’t know is that hotel isn’t just all-inclusive, it’s not Ixtapa, it’s not Zihuatanejo. It’s actually Cancún. You’re also blithely unaware of the fact that in the late 60s, Mexico ran a huge trade deficit with the US. They were industrializing rapidly, importing machinery and materials that had to be paid for in dollars. Then I believe it was INFRATUR, wasn’t it, that actually spent months building a computer model, feeding data to an IBM 360 to analyze Mexico’s entire coastline, evaluating climate, beach quality, accessibility, and development costs.
Then they identified Cancún as a strategic tourism development zone, deliberately modeled on postwar Mediterranean resort economies. By the mid-1990s, major U.S. and European hotel chains standardized the all-inclusive resort model there. That model was then replicated, refined, and exported across the Caribbean.
Eventually, that choice filtered down through Expedia algorithms, airline bundle deals, and trickled on down into some TikTok’s influencer video which you no doubt watched in bed doom scrolling. However, Cancún represents billions of dollars in coordinated state planning, private capital, labor arbitrage, and tourism dependency. Tens of thousands of jobs. Entire regional supply chains.
And it’s sort of comical that you think you simply picked "a random beach" when in fact you’re sipping a piña colada at a resort selected for you by the Mexican federal government’s years-long optimization process… from a bunch of random beaches.”
Cancun is not my cup of tea, but boy is it an incredible success story of engineering: the Mexican government engineered a tourist hotspot custom-built to attract American dollars, from a place that had nothing in 5 short years.
In the late 60s, Mexico ran a huge trade deficit with the US. They were industrializing rapidly, importing machinery and materials that had to be paid for in dollars. Tourism offered a solution, a way to earn foreign currency using assets Mexico already had: beaches, climate, and ancient ruins.
They actually spent months building a computer model, feeding data to an IBM 360 to analyze Mexico’s entire coastline, evaluating climate, beach quality, accessibility, and development costs. The computer selected Cancun #1, a remote sandbar that had a population of 3 people during the 1970 census. The 2nd option was Ixtapa.
Cancuns location was perfect: turquoise water, white sand, ideal weather, and proximate to all of the eastern seaboard, the largest concentration of Americans enduring brutal winters and seeking affordable beach escapes.
Hawaii was already popular for folks on the west coast but Cancun offered what Hawaii couldn’t: a winter getaway without the 12+ hour flight, and a much cheaper experience.
The Caribbean location and dry season from November to April aligned perfectly with when East Coasters most desperately wanted sun.
The government invested over $100 million in infrastructure, building an international airport, roads, utilities, and dredging lagoons. They built the hotel zone for foreigners and downtown Cancun for workers, all in 5 years
They marketed Cancun aggressively to Americans, positioning it as a safe, convenient Caribbean alternative with better prices than anywhere else. Hotels catered explicitly to American tastes with English-speaking staff, American brands (Hyatt, Hilton etc) familiar food options, and all-inclusive packages.
The genius was creating a place where Americans could feel like they’d “been to Mexico” without experiencing much of Mexico at all - you could go to a Hilton, speak English, eat burgers and hot dogs, pay in dollars, but get to say you went abroad.
At the time, “going abroad" was often seen as something for the wealthy or the adventurous. For many Americans, especially those from the interior who don’t travel internationally often (as you see on the map) a Cancun vacation counts as cultural exploration, a stamp in the passport that feels adventurous while remaining completely comfortable and affordable. You didn’t need a passport to go there until 2007, which was helpful too.
The whole thing worked brilliantly, beyond their expectations. They started the project in 1970 and welcomed the first guest in 1975. By 1980, Cancun had grown to a half million tourists and a population of 34,000 supporting tourism.
Cancun is EXACTLY what Mexico designed it to be: a dollar-extraction machine that turns American desire for easy, safe “foreign” travel into billions of dollars flowing to Mexico.
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This story from the New York Times in 1972 was a good read: Mexico had a young Harvard-trained head of INFRATUR spearheading the program
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