THE HONEST IMPACT with Gideon Kapuka

The judicial system, that perfect, unblemished institution where decisions are handed down from on high, with a divine sense of fairness and impartiality, right? Well, not exactly. If you’ve ever witnessed a court ruling in Namibia that left you scratching your head, wondering if the judge was reading from a script written by a drunk giraffe, you’re not alone. Now, let’s address the elephant in the courtroom: Judges are not gods. Sorry to burst your bubble. Sure, they wear the robes, bang their gavels, and spew Latin phrases like “res judicata” or “ex parte,” which are supposed to make them sound like they hold all the knowledge of the universe. But let’s not kid ourselves. Even the best of them are just humans, and as we all know, humans are fantastic at making mistakes. Especially when their decisions leave people in tears, their homes repossessed, or their livelihoods destroyed. In Namibia, we’ve seen it all: from delayed justice that stretches years into eternity (because, you know...

🙄Shall we talk about FATE?👌 You will be shocked. Like, “delete social media and go meditate in a cave” shocked. So apparently, in this 21st century, with WiFi, degrees, and LinkedIn profiles, fate still has a dark sense of humor. Because guess what? Even ladies with decent jobs, yes, the ones with ID cards, 9-to-5s, and “boss babe” in their Instagram bios are still involved in “side hustles” that look suspiciously like... well, let’s just say it's not Avon.  PROSTITUTION Not the kind you whisper about in shady corners. Nope. We're talking about the corporate high-class version, cloaked under “sponsorships,” “soft life,” and “he takes care of me.” Because apparently, a paycheck, no matter how stable, just isn’t sexy enough when rent is high and Dubai trips are calling. But don’t worry, this isn’t a moral lecture. It’s more like pulling the curtain back on the modern hustle, where some people are balancing Excel sheets by day and sugar daddies by night. Grab your popcorn. It’...