And same goes for when he comes to Jhb for meetings and conferences. He always makes space in his diary to see me, to catch up and bond. Grew up imitating this man, so my love language is also derived from him. Presence and overt affection.

“My daughter, my girl, my baby”

For introducing me to the comrade space, and raising me to always push to be a part of something bigger than myself. To fight for the disadvantaged and be a voice for the voiceless. In all spheres of life. God was surely listening when you named me Aluta Continua.

Mental health is a crisis amongst the youth and due to stigma and other factors, isnt really understood by the older generation. He goes out of his way to cater for my psychological wellbeing, despite my hard headedness and insistence that I am okay.