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14/11/2025

14/11/2025

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Mkhwanazi Calls for Julius_Malema’s Arrest on Live TV Amid Nathi Mthethwa Investigation!
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13/11/2025

Please share their apology

We’d like to sincerely apologise… for being everywhere. 😅

From saving pups to stopping suspects, we may have overdone it just a little.

So if you’ve felt too safe or caught yourself saying “Call Marshall” in casual conversation… you’re welcome. 😉

11/11/2025

11/11/2025

Miracle Healing
19h45
For nine months, my wife, Brooklyn, carried our baby boy. And for nine months, we lived in a place between hope and heartbreak.

Early in the pregnancy, we learned something was terribly wrong. Around the three- to four-month mark, doctors told us our son had severe hydrocephalus — fluid building so rapidly in his brain that it pushed everything aside. They used to call it “water on the brain,” but the simplicity of the name didn’t soften the reality.

We were eventually referred to Cincinnati Children’s Hospital, where some of the best fetal specialists in the country met with us. And they gave us the kind of news no parent is ever prepared to hear.

His condition was so severe, so extreme, that they stopped measuring. There was no point, they said. The MRI images were devastating. We were told there was a greater than 90% chance our son would either:

• Die shortly after birth, or
• Survive with such profound cognitive impairment that life — real life — would not be possible.

We sat through meetings no parent should ever sit through. Conversations about breathing tubes. About how long to try. About the moment we might have to make the decision to let him go.

Brooklyn moved to Cincinnati to be close to the hospital. I drove back and forth — working, caring for our daughters Sophie and Lily, and trying to keep our home standing while our world felt like it was falling apart.

Then came July 8th.

Just 15 minutes before Brooklyn’s C-section, we sat with doctors again and discussed when — not if — we might have to remove life support and let our son go to heaven.

I don’t have words for that kind of pain.

And then — Charlie Edward Schnarr entered this world crying.

A strong, loud, defiant cry.

The most beautiful sound I have ever heard.

He stayed in the NICU until yesterday… and now we are home. Together. Holding him. Loving him. Watching him breathe. Watching him live.

He has mild ventricular enlargement we will keep an eye on — but otherwise?

He is thriving. Eating. Wiggling. Yawning. Gripping our fingers. Looking around at a world that was never supposed to be his.

The doctors have no explanation. They said his brain somehow cleared the blockage on its own — something none of them have seen in a case this severe. The word that kept echoing through the NICU from seasoned nurses and top specialists was the same:

“Miracle.”

“Divine intervention.”

They said it. Not us.

We know thousands of people — family, friends, coworkers, strangers — were praying for our son. I believe with everything in me that God heard those prayers. That He placed His hand on Charlie. That He said, not this one.

I will spend the rest of my life thanking Him.

To every person who prayed for us — every text, every message, every whispered intention — thank you. You carried us when we were too exhausted to carry ourselves.

Prayer is real.
God is real.
And miracles… they still happen.

With a full and grateful heart,
Nick

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The Nkabinde brothers en route to SA to face charges of murder

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Another Farmer killed
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