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Sunday morning on the plot. Quiet. Peaceful. Birds chirping. Coffee in hand.

Then, a plane appears. Not once. Not twice. But four deliberate loops in the sky. Zigzagging trails. High altitude. Stop-start patterns. A strange pulsing formation in the contrail, like teeth or coded signals. And I watched. And I took photos. Proof.

So naturally, I did what any self-respecting ou on a plot does: I posted it to the Kromdraai WhatsApp group.

The Vinegar Response

Within minutes, one of the group members...

Once upon a time in the neon-lit halls of X (formerly known as Twitter, now just suffering from an identity crisis), two billionaire egos collided like rogue asteroids: Donald J. Trump, the orange-hued chaos machine with an internet connection, and Elon Reeve Musk, the meme-flinging space overlord who keeps forgetting he runs actual companies.

It began, as these things always do, with a tweet.

Trump, now unbanned and unfiltered, logged into X after a golf session and Diet Coke marathon, firing...

I recently took this photo of my own bookshelf, one of those few sacred places still ruled by paper, ink, and the smell of old books.

Tucked between Peter Stiff, Tom Clancy, and Tony Geraghty... here it is. Forgotten Soldiers standing tall, back straight, spine uncracked, flanked by the very books that once inspired me to tell my own stories.

It may not make international headlines or break publishing records, but let me tell you, for a boy from the Bushveld who once sat in the back of a...