one of my favourite pictures. because it brings to mind the fact that in meeting and spending time at gogo hlatshwayo's house, I felt the essence of something I feel from my aunt and the women who love so unflinchingly in my family. the women who love so selflessly that more often than we never know their pain or their struggle - it's never about them but about their children, their siblings, the family, us. I'm so thankful I was brought up to know so much love. your family is your incubator, a lot of who you've become started there.