Queen of My Heart

Isn’t she lovely!!!

Her. The goddess.ย Queen of my heart. Love of my life. Smile keeper. Sounding board.

I genuinely run out of words… Thank You for the constant, graceful and unwaveringย  love. Thank You for creating room in your heart for me. Thank You for making space in your life for me. Thank You for being a mom. Thank You for being my mommy. Thank You for standing in the gap, for closing the gap. Thank you for your patience. Thank you for being my anchor in this sometimes stormy sea of life.

You have taught me a lifetime of lessons. Shouted at me, made me cry, cried with me, made time to build and teach me. You have nurtured me. Held and engulfed me in a love so pure, gentle and expansive.

I love how you let me sit and squeeze myself next to you at restaurants. I will still opt to sit with you even when you are old and wrinkly. I love that you give me forehead kisses every once in a while. I love that you have such a dope soul. I love how simple yet so classy you are. I love your extra-ness. I love that you are deliberate and unrelenting. I love how you indulge in my silly randomness.

You are the real deal. The bomb.com. The strap to my bra ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

Love and appreciate you more than all the words your wordsmith child could utter.

P.S. We need to go on a mother-daughter-cation ๐Ÿ™‚


No one can love me more. No one can understand me better. No one can inspire me more. No one can hug me tighter



Khazimula Wami

If ever there is a love I have never had room to doubt or question, it would be this love.ย  Unassuming. Steady. Real.


Apparently when we were in high school, we looked alike. I was too much of a cool kid then to believe it. But this girl, what a wowza of a human being. Girl stuck onto me like an octopus. (And I am glad she did). Nothing beats going past the friendship stage with someone, to reach a place of sisterhood where you know that come what may, its too late for us to not be a part of each others lives.

Khazimula is a rare soul. Beautiful. Loud. Extra extra. She loves and gives big. She feels. A lot. I supposed that that is one of the things I have always adored about her…This bravery to live with her whole heart. Lets not forget that she is stubborn (Seems like a lot of my friends are).ย  Strong willed. Needy:) Appreciative. Crazy…For real crazy. She is my “Lets go try out this new place” person.

Would you look at us

I love who you are. I love who you are blossoming into. I love that our friendship is laced in truth and honest conversations…no matter how long it takes for us to get there. I love that we have made space for each others hearts. To be who we are. To come as we are. I love that you enjoy hanging out with me.

I hope that this new-ish season of your life is everything you need it to be. That the sleepless nights are worth it. That on the really tough days, you wont be afraid to leave the Street-Wise two’s behind for an ice-cream date or as your cheesy self would have it,ย  a picnic at the park.

Thank You for always getting up when life knocked you down. Thank you for pushing through the hard rocky times. Thank You for fighting. Thank You for wanting to stay alive. Thank You for staying the path and keeping your faith.ย  Thank You for being you.

Ngiyakuthanda Uyezwa

Good thing I taught you how to smile

Roomie my Roomza

bmdShe attended my first ever graduation with me

Girl used to steal cute hairbands for me from these beauty stores ๐Ÿ™‚ย  Ain’t no deeper love than that. She would help me break someoneโ€™s leg before understanding why. She goes through my wardrobe as if we co-own the items in it. The only thing she hasn’t done is to take my underwear.

I used to come back home and find her sleeping in my room, on my bed, diagonally…Like where am I supposed to sleep? ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

She is Nwabisa Iketleng Letsoha. My friend. My sister.ย  She is Reliable. Driven. Ambitious. Disciplined. Liker of things. Child of the soil. Daughter of Biko.ย Clown of note – All kinds of foolery. uRoomza wami is kind and generous. She often takes on the weight of the world as if she was called to save everyone.

Nwabisa works hard. She grinds. She uses her voice in the direction of truth and justice. She stands unapologetic in who she is. She gives herself grace to move through the different seasons of life. And boy oh boy has she been through hell. Flip. She is what I call the Queen of Resilience.

Roomza wami. Sizonyisa apha emhlabeni. Makucace shlobo. Makunyiwe macala onke.

Joy and laughter is who we are

Chosen for such a time as this โ€“ Best you believe it with all of your heart and soul.



She be my Personal Person



The first time I met her, the first words she uttered out of her mouth were “I aint trying to be friends with anyone here. I am just here to work and get shit done”. I remember looker at her thinking Whaaaaaaat? Who are you? Where you be from? Who said anyone be trying to be your friend? ๐Ÿ™‚

Fast forward almost 10 years later and we are still at it, friendshipping the best way we know how. Calling each other on shit. Laughing at serious things.

Girl be a grown woman now. Fierce. Stubborn. Annoyingly independent. She walks around like she is made of steel but underneath, she carries a marshmallow sweet and soft heart. Seneme is kind and thoughtful. She is the only other person I know who comes close to giving the best gifts. I have sat and cried with and laughed at her while she was having a meltdown about being fat ๐Ÿ™‚ I have watched her wrestle with life, go at war with herself over the stupidest shit. I have watched her love and show up for others.ย  The greatest gift remains being able to experience her evolve into this strong, gentle, accepting and intentional being consistently working towards loving herself.

Seneme Mthembu I LOVE YOUr 30 year old ass. Remember how we thought we would be dead by now ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ What a joke my darling!!! Turns out we may just be those grannies who get detention at the old age home. Friend, keep living bru. Keep staying in the ring to fight for your dreams. There will come a time where it’s not a fight or a struggle but will be as simple as choosing to go for a walk.

I wish you love friend; pure, authentic, passionate, staying, patient, consistent, adventurous and colourful love. That as much as you give it, you will receive it back in heaps and bounds.

Look at how happy I make you ๐Ÿ™‚

Here’s to many more years of being hotter, of slaying effortlessly, of always having enough money for a glass of good wine, of bringing the thunder in corporate every once in a while and of moving in excellence, staying diligent, open to learning and living with hearts that have enough room to take in more of the good stuff.

I love you a gazillion trillion times!!!


Gratitude to the Army

An army protects

An army lends themselves for going to war for a cause they care about

An army sacrifices, sometimes more than they ought to

This month I am taking time to acknowledge my army; the women who have kept me steady, whose love for me has been brave enough to have super difficult conversations, the ones who have held me close to their hearts in what has felt like a season of turmoil, selfishness and being stuck in pain I am yet to learn to articulate. The ones who have chosen to stay. The ones who teach me to do better and call me to level up. The ones who make me smile, laugh and giggle like a 5 year old.

And I would like to start off with her


Basheera. My Braveheart. My favourite big sister. The one whose heart is too big for her own good. She whose resolve for a better world, a united sisterhood and unwavering belief in being intentional about creating room for ourselves to evolve, continues to challenge and inspire my heart. She who refuses to take a photo with me, I mean… I don’t know what kind of friendship this is.

What made me pay attention to Bash, was her energy, passion, fire and the ease with which she carried herself.ย  She moves with the type of excellence that compels and reminds you of the importance of showing up with your whole self. You know, shining unapologetically. Stepping into and owning your greatness. She is one of those I am keeping, holding onto and if she ever tried to divorce me, I’d refuse to sign the papers.

I spent half the day with Basheera yesterday…I laughed, quarter to cried, felt the walls of my heart crumble, became undone, awakened, felt challenged and was reminded of the transformative healing power of love. You my friend are sunlight, multi-vitamin for the soul, the real cannabis ๐Ÿ™‚ You are joy, peace, strength, grace, stability. I love that you allow me to be while helping to push me in the direction of who I can and should be.

She blossoms whether you water her or not.ย  She is soft and strong. Unapologetic and honest.ย Can eat alone at a table but chooses to invite and make room for others. A believer. A beautiful mess. A force. A mountain mover. Clothed in strength and dignity.

She is Basheera Valodia.

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