Dipuo Modiba

21/02/2025

Ngwagooooooooo moswaaaaaaaa!😌

21/02/2025

"A re gane, mara o mokgotsi wa rena naa?"

21/02/2025

😂Halfway pension.. Danko Phaahla

20/02/2025

E le your 'Knight In Shining Armour' a bethile ke dipatje;

19/02/2025

The beauty 😍

19/02/2025

💯

National Treasury asked to expand its zero-rated basket to cushion the poor.
Link in the comments.

06/02/2025

Me every morning after sleeping for 9 hours:

15/01/2025

A random picture of Mma Malatji when she was still a slay queen... Bona o cute jwang🙂

15/01/2025

Done and dusted... Ke feditse go khavara🙂

15/01/2025

Me remembering that I'm actually in a relationship after giving someone new a chance...

14/01/2025

We value and appreciate changes, but yesterday I found myself missing Mme Angie Motshegoa... ❤️

14/01/2025

Congratulations to the class of 2024❤️

05/01/2025

Dear Pains Time Cannot Heal,

I sit here, pen in hand, under the dim light of my lamp, thinking of you. Not with the rush of new love or the excitement of discovery, but with the quiet acknowledgment of an old companion. You, the aches that linger long after the wound has supposedly closed, the shadows that refuse to be banished by the dawn of new days.

I've tried, you know. I've tried with all the remedies time is supposed to offer; patience, distraction, new experiences. But you remain, a stubborn guest in the guesthouse of my heart. I've watched seasons change, I've seen years pass, and yet, here you are, as vivid as the day you arrived.

Sometimes, I wonder if you're not meant to leave. Maybe you're here to teach me something about myself, about endurance, about the depth of human feeling. Perhaps you're a reminder that not all stories end with closure, that some chapters just fade into the background, never fully resolved but still very much a part of the narrative.

I've learned to live with you, not in harmony, but in a sort of resigned coexistence. You've made me tougher, I suppose, or at least, you've reshaped my understanding of strength. It's not about the absence of pain but learning to dance with it, to carry it without it defining my every step.

On some days, I resent you. I wish for the oblivion of forgetting, for the ease of moving on. But then, there are moments when I'm grateful. Grateful for the depth you've added to my life, for the empathy you've carved into my soul. You've made me a more complex person, one with layers of experience that only someone who has walked this path could understand.

So, to you, the pains time cannot heal, I write this letter not to bid you farewell but to acknowledge you. To say, I see you. I feel you. And though I might not ever fully be rid of you, I will continue to live, to laugh, to love, with you as part of my story.

You've changed me, and for that, there's a strange kind of thanks. But don't think I've forgotten the struggle. I remember every tear, every clenched fist, every silent scream. I honor those moments, for they are as much a part of me as the joy.

Until we find peace, or until I learn to see you in a new light, know that you are acknowledged, not just endured.

Yours in shared existence,
Dipuo Modiba