Buy a house using crypto currency in South Africa

 

Big News for South African Property Buyers: You Can Now Buy Property with Cryptocurrency!

Exciting news for anyone looking to buy property in South Africa! For the very first time, you can now buy property using cryptocurrency. This game-changing development is the result of a groundbreaking partnership between Broll Auctions, Schindlers Attorneys, and Schindlers Digital Assets.

So, what does this mean for you? If you're a crypto investor, this is an incredible opportunity to turn your digital assets into physical property ownership — easily and securely.

 

What’s New?

The collaboration between these three leading firms has made it possible for cryptocurrency to be used in property transactions. Whether you’ve been investing in Bitcoin, Ethereum, or another digital currency, you can now use your holdings to buy your dream home or property in South Africa.

How Does It Work?

This innovative solution brings together:

1. Property Expertise: Broll Auctions, one of South Africa’s leading property specialists, ensures that you're getting the best real estate options available.

2. Legal Guidance: Schindlers Attorneys provide legal expertise to ensure that all transactions are smooth, secure, and compliant with South African law.

3. Financial Services: Schindlers Digital Assets handles the crypto conversion process, ensuring that your digital currency is seamlessly converted into the necessary funds for your property purchase.

By combining these three areas of expertise, the partnership ensures a safe, regulated, and hassle-free experience for property buyers.

 

Why Is This So Important?

For many crypto investors, turning digital assets into tangible property has always been a challenge. Now, thanks to this partnership, you can confidently use your cryptocurrency to make significant investments in the South African property market, without worrying about complicated conversion processes or legal hurdles.

Buy Your Dream Home with Crypto — Confidently!

This is a huge step forward for the South African property market, and it’s a sign of the growing acceptance and integration of cryptocurrency in traditional industries.

So, if you’ve been waiting for the right moment to use your cryptocurrency in a meaningful way, now’s your chance! With this innovative solution, buying property with crypto is easier and more secure than ever before.

---

This is a major milestone for both the South African property market and the world of cryptocurrency. Whether you're a seasoned investor or new to the world of digital assets, this new opportunity makes it easier than ever to secure your future in real estate. Happy property hunting!

Start investing in crypto currency, click this link to register:  Luno Crypto Exchange

Happy 2025

How to register at Luno Exchange South Africa

Greeting to you all in 2020!

How to register and deposit rands at Luno Exchange South Africa

Step 1: Click on the link below:


1. Sign up link for Luno South Africa
2. Deposit ZAR 500
3. We both get ZAR 25.00 free BTC



You can watch the video tutorial on My Youtube channel

Birthday trip December 2010

These are the great travels of one Vuyokazi Yonke, originally published as a Facebook note on the 18th December 2010.

It is 6h35am, the heat is rising outside, and I cant decide whether to please my body and go back to bed or should I hit the beach now while the sun hasn't reached its peak.

I remember asking: "What is the protocol for boarding and sitting inside the Shosholoza Meyl."

Whilst I did not get any feedback on Facebook, I got the answer myself by experiencing it.

It's like waiting to board a Khayelitsha train (Khayelitsha trains are notorious for being packed) there was pushing and shoving. Luckily, I was near the door, and got in relatively easy with my backpack and one bag.



Passengers had LARGE suitcases,goods,children and babies- and these were making an entrance through the windows! One person would be inside, to receive the goods/suitcases/children/babies, the other would on the outside.

People cram into one compartment and look for seats, instead of boarding the carriages at the furthest end, which are relatively empty. Some were even without seats, and filled the passages.
I was pleasantly surprised to find that the seats were covered in leather. In my head I had a vision of yellow plastic chairs a-la Metrorail local trains.





Just like a local Metrorail train, there are individual selling their wares inside the train. Alcohol was freely available, and passengers helped themselves - I guess the trip is that much shorter when inebriated.

Some banxilela'd kwabanye, I took a pic with my fone of some random drunk guy who went to sit on another guy's lap- and they're strangers, never met before.
The kids ran and played in the packed passages.


These kids seated opposite me with their gogo. Kids, they love me, cant get enough of me!




I was wide eyed and bushy tailed, my wide-eyed-little-girl look helped me obtain a window seat, cos I didnt get one initially upon boarding. Owen from Limpopo, who was to be my travel companion for the journey offered me his window seat.

We talked at length about many topics. Even through/despite the conversation, the train felt like it was moving in one place- quite slow.


Worcester station. After much chat with Owen, I thot we were half way to Jozi, but we were still in bleepin Worcester, lmdao


TouwsRiver, Western Cape

I ate. I slept, squeezing my tiny frame into those seats. My fone died, I had to pay a security guard R10 to revive its battery. Through this, I met Masixole, from P.E. he also had to charge his fone. We sat and talked until arrival at the city of Thundering walls. On the way we passed towns of Kimberley, and Randfontein, which was my first time to pass through.


Kimberley, Northern Cape


I walked around, a little bit, to see more of Park station.



I met with the Bandug Conference and the Thipe brothers, we drove to Springs- where I had a desperately needed bath and washing of teeth.
Later on, we ghubuluza'd to Newtown to an underground hip-hop session at Party People. I slept after 4am and had to get up at 6am to get my bus to Mozambique.



The 8am bus left at 12pm. Both my fones were dead by that time. We crossed the border, and I had to get a Mozambican sim card. I met up with Ivan and we walked the avenues of Maputo.

Wow, the state of disrepair in this town is unimaginable, such a contrast from the image I had in my mind of a well developed city with turqoise beaches. We enjoyed the beach, took the local taxi back and I slept around 3am.

It's now 6h58am and had to connect with all y'all in Facebook-land!



to sleep or not to sleep, that is the question!



...Needless to say, I did not go back to bed to snooze. I left behind the Base Backpackers and its uber friendly dog.


I ghubuluza'd by myself around the city. I went to change Rands into Meticals and had some breakfast.
Exchange rate
1 Rand= 5 Meticals
100 Rand=500 Meticals


Breakfast, not at Tiffany's. Toasted ham and cheese sandwhich, 160 meticals (around R39 when converted)

Tummy filled, I took a leisurely stroll up Avenida 24 de Julho, to the inner city.... to be continued...

Hungry

00h37a.m, I am hungry.
I am a light eater, I do everything lightly- life, skin, sleep and food.
My neighbour extended a goodwill gesture by inviting me to a night time braai.
'Sure!' I lied. I didn't know it then I was lying, I had intentions to go and make her happy.
The Cape heavens have been leaking lately so making the night cold and wet.
To prove my serious intention to go to the braai, I didnt cook and had a slice of bread with left over chicken.
I was really anticipating feasting on this braai'd offering.
I waited for my friend to return from night shift and we'd go together.

When she arrived, we wasted no time, sayitshaya isaqhuma - we smoked it while it was smoky.
We braced ourselves and braved the biting Cape Town air to visit the neighbour. Hunger proppelled us forward.

We trudged towards our destination, after passing the two houses between our home and the neighbours house, we finally arrived.
When our knocks went unanswered, we persisted, or else we would have our intestines to answer to.
I even went as far as going around to the back of the house and lightly tapped on the window to one of the brightly lit rooms.
The music was blaring inside, courtesy of the Music Lounge show on government television.
No, they couldnt have been ignoring our knock, I refuse that particular train of thought.

We promptly got our plate and were out of their hair. We didnt wanna disturb the drunken sleep of the head of that home, who slept (sitting position, head cradled in the palm of his hand) on the sofa amidst the blaring noise from the TV.

The martriach lay in the double bed with the youngest male member of the brood.

We rushed back home and opened the sealed platter. A piece of red meat, and chicken with charred skin.
My disappointment was evident, why make a braai without salad?
The poor chicken and red meat animal laid their lives as ultimate sacrifice for human consumption. Hay'!
Hence it is now 01h01 a.m, and I am hungry.

In my hungry state, a thought passed through my mind.
How does cooked human flesh taste? Would cannibals eat the flesh with the skin? Would they call the head a smiley like we do to the sheep's head?

My friend got disturbed by the thought and went to sleep. I wouldnt cook her anyways, she shouldnt flatter herself...