Malema Calls Mining Boss MySol A ‘Small Boy’ At Letlhabile Stadium — Crowd Erupts

Thousands of red-clad supporters packed Letlhabile Stadium on Saturday afternoon when Economic Freedom Fighters leader Julius Malema turned his microphone toward a name the North West crowd instantly recognised — Solomon “MySol” Soka Madibela. The atmosphere shifted from festive to electric the moment Malema uttered those now-viral syllables, his voice cutting through the dust-heavy air with unmistakable intent. What followed was not merely a political speech but a direct, personal challenge broadcast to every corner of the venue.

Malema told the gathered faithful that South Africa’s mineral resources must enrich ordinary workers, not connected businessmen. “These mines will service our people, these mines will not service MySol,” he declared from the podium. “MySol se voet. You must tell him that he’s a small boy to me.” The phrase detonated like a firecracker — supporters leapt to their feet, ululating and pumping clenched fists skyward, transforming the concrete bowl into a roaring amphitheatre of partisan energy.

The EFF’s communications office confirmed Malema’s remarks were deliberate and consistent with the party’s stance on wealth concentration within extractive industries. SAPS members deployed at the venue reported no disorder arising from the address. Madibela’s representatives had not issued any formal rebuttal by the time this article reached publication.

The confrontation did not emerge from nothing. Madibela had earlier alleged that a senior political figure — widely understood to refer to Malema — turned hostile toward him after he declined an invitation to attend a gala dinner. MySol claimed the refusal prompted the retort “MySol se foet” from that figure, framing the entire dispute as retribution rather than principled critique. Malema’s camp has consistently questioned the origins of Madibela’s fortune, casting doubt on whether his mining and logistics empire reflects genuine entrepreneurship or proximity to powerful patronage networks.

A woman wearing a weathered EFF beret near the stadium’s eastern gate clutched her granddaughter’s wrist and laughed until tears streaked her cheeks — not at the insult itself, but at the spectacle of a billionaire being reduced to playground language before fifty thousand witnesses.

MySol built his operation from humble roots in the North West, cultivating a reputation as a self-made magnate — yet the question now hanging over Letlhabile is whether that narrative survives a sustained, very public demolition campaign from a man who commands stages like this one with ruthless precision.