If you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to have a big personality coupled with a powerful spiritual gift, let me tell you—it’s a rollercoaster, especially in the political world. In fact, everywhere bangani.
My life has been nothing short of dramatic, hilarious, and downright bizarre moments at times.
Buckle up because this is a tale about my time and some of the things I experienced in ActionSA, a political party where my presence somehow managed to spark coalitions of envy, jealousy, and outright pettiness.
First, let me tell you a little about myself. I’m Zintle, a woman unapologetically gifted with a big personality. I’m the kind of person who can walk into any room and instantly connect with people, animals, and even children.
Broken people—just like me—gravitate toward me. Strangers open up to me about their deepest secrets, and I carry them with care because my chest was designed to hold heavy things: mine and theirs. I’ve accepted this sacred duty.
But here’s the catch: my spirit doesn’t vibe with everyone. In fact, it actively irritates certain people—those with jealousy, envy, or whatever dark energy drives them. This is something I’ve come to accept, but it became glaringly obvious during my time in ActionSA and in other spaces, I will blog about those later.
So, when I joined ActionSA, I thought I’d finally found a political space where I could make a difference. I quickly became active on the ground, building connections and showing up as my authentic self. That’s when things took a turn.
I was first appointed to the National Youth Forum structure after coming across the vacancy on Twitter. I applied on the very last day, aced the interview, and got the position. Simple, right? Wrong. The rumor mill kicked into overdrive: “She’s too new!” “It must have been favoritism!” “How did she even know about the vacancy?” The audacity of me, right?
Later, I was appointed as the Women’s Forum Chairperson for the Province, and before I could even celebrate, the whispers began. Groups formed. People were suddenly offended by my mere existence. I hadn’t wronged anyone; it was just my spirit doing what it does best—ruffling feathers.
Now that I’m wiser and understand who I am, I’ve come to welcome these groupings. In fact, I get worried when they don’t start forming. It’s a bizarre but consistent trend in my life.
Things hit a boiling point at a policy conference. Even before we arrived, tensions were high. I could feel the negative energy brewing, but I tried to focus on the work. Then came the moment.
One day, during the conference, I was on my way to attend a Youth Forum meeting, but an older Mama whom I din't really know bumped into me on my way to the meeting and asked me to help charge her phone. I ran back to my room and charged it.
I rushed back to the meeting, later on the Mama asked me to collect her phone again, eish, ok I was raised well so I asked to be excused from the meeting.
I ran to my room to collect Mama's phone but now on my way back to the meeting, I got lost—yes, lost—in a hotel I’d been in for two days. Don’t ask me how. I ended up knocking on the wrong door. Now that I have come to understand how God, my ancestors and the universe work, I was meant to bump into the Mama, she was supposed to ask for my help and I was definetly meant to get lost, in order to see what I saw.
Through the slightly open curtain, I saw a group of people, members from my Province, the Western Cape, huddled together, whispering intensely. My body went cold. I didn’t know it at the time, but I had stumbled upon a secret meeting where the “Hate on Zintle” coalition was in full session.
Fast forward to the bus ride back to Cape Town. I politely asked on the group chat if the driver could slow down a bit because the speed felt unsafe. What followed was an avalanche of attacks. People jumped down my throat as if I’d insulted their ancestors or threathned to sell the party's headquaters. Yoh!
During one of our stops on the journey back from the conference, a member quietly approached me. they looked hesitant and uneasy, but their exact words were: “Sis Zintle, what is going on? I really don’t want to get involved in fights I know nothing about.”
Confused, I asked them what they were referring to. That’s when they dropped the bombshell. They explained that during the conference, they were called into a meeting. In that meeting, they were explicitly instructed to start gathering any negative information about me. If they heard complaints about me or had any issues themselves, they were to bring them forward. Essentially, they were being recruited into the "Hate on Zintle" coalition.
The member admitted that they felt deeply uncomfortable with the whole thing. They told the recuiters they wouldn’t participate because, in their own words, “Sis Zintle has been nothing but kind to me and to the people in my ward.” They refused to join the group and risked being ostracized for their decision.
Before walking away, the member added, “But go, Sis Zintle. I don’t want to be seen talking to you. I’ll tell you everything when I get data. I’ll WhatsApp you.”
That moment was surreal. It confirmed what my spirit already knew: I was being targeted. But it also reminded me that even in the darkest spaces, there are people who see the truth and refuse to be part of the chaos.
Anyway, one of the attackers on the WhatsApp group was later forced to apologize (poorly, I might add), and as he nervously stumbled through his English, I told him to speak in Sesotho, as I can speak the language and I was happy to accomodate him. His apology was still trash, but hey, at least he tried.
(Just have a look at some of the exchanges on the WhatsApp group, only because Zintle asked a simple thing) This is just the small part of the attacks. Wait till you hear other stories. You will laugh and be shocked.
Not long after, I had a dream about this same guy. The lousy apology dude. In the dream, he approached me, visibly agitated, and said, “You need to be careful. Batho ba tsogilwe ke moya wa Satan” (People are possessed by the spirit of Satan). The chills that ran down my spine when I woke up! I told my mother about it the next morning, and everything started to make sense. The negativity I was experiencing wasn’t just political; it was spiritual warfare.
One day, a month later after the conference. I posted something harmless on my WhatsApp status. Next thing I knew, my provincial leader was blowing up the Executive group chat, demanding an explanation. I was blindsided. The attacks came fast and furious, with someone even suggesting a disciplinary hearing over my status update!
During the frenzy, the provincial leader even tagged a more senior leader in the group. Sis really wanted to see me in trouble. They just couldn’t help themselves.
A month later, I received a voice note that confirmed my suspicions. A member told me they’d overheard a leader actively recruiting people to dig up dirt on me so they could “deal with me” through a disciplinary process. The provincial leader, who was supposed to be impartial, was leading the charge. Sis, impartial where?
And just so you know, I still have the texts and voice notes as proof of all these antics. Receipts galore! Oh and one thing I have come to appreciate about WhatsApp groups, when the groups begin to form, there is always a particular trend that arise. I won't share it with you, it's my secret and I am ALWAYS spot on. It's hilarious as hell and I enjoy watching these things unfold.
Through all this chaos, I turned to my spiritual leader for guidance. They explained that my gift and spirit are so powerful that they will always clash with dark, envious spirits. It’s inevitable.
Whether I’m in the USA, China, Kwamhlaba uyalingana, or ActionSA, there will always be people who gather against me—not because I’ve wronged them but because their spirits can’t coexist with mine. It’s not their fault; it’s the evil spirits within them.
Looking back, I can’t help but laugh. I’ve been accused of leading a faction that doesn’t exist, faced baseless disciplinary threats, and been the subject of secret meetings—all because my spirit irritates the wrong people. But guess what? I’m still here, minding my business and flourishing.
So, to all the haters, PLEASE! keep gathering. Keep having your secret meetings. I’ll keep seeing you in my dreams, hearing your conversations, and moving forward with my head held high. After all, I’m MamJwarha—the granddaughter of AmaMpondomise.
My spirit is unshakable, my purpose is divine, and no amount of negativity can dim my light.
Cheers darlings, enjoy your lives my loves.
