To Ramsey - my son and soul dog: I miss you. Thank you for sharing eleven years of your life with me, it was the greatest years of mine. You will always be mommy’s boy. I can’t wait to be with you again.
To my friends: I have truly found my forever home in you. You healed a heart you had no hand in breaking. Thank you for breaking down every wall I built. We shall be together in every lifetime – and yes, that is a threat.
To Shakeelah Ismail - my dream girl, my favourite girl and my forever girl: Here is to a lifetime of yapping. Alhamdulillah for you!
To Mammie & Dadda: Thank you for always holding me down, for moving mountains with the little you have, and for securing me. You have raised the most spoiled lower-income brat in the Winelands, and I love you endlessly for it.
To Professor Willemien Froneman - the supervisor of my dreams: W, thank you for pushing me, for believing in this project – often times more than I did – and for seeing me. Not just as a student, but as a Coloured woman navigating more than just academia. Thank you for ending off every supervision meeting with: “I am so proud of you”. I hope to one day return back to you.
To Hillensberg Trust: Since honours, you have created a zone of financial freedom. I am so grateful for you - thank you for believing in me!
To my sister, Lo - the ballgown to my Armani suit: Ek lief jou stukkend outjie! Thank you for being fat and queer and in the hood with me for over twenty-years.
To Winay, Mo, Wilma, Sam, and Judie: None of this is possible without you. I am eternally grateful for your collaboration!
Thank you for your community!
And to all the ghetto feminist out there: Skut gat and dala.
May heaven surround us like a hood.
C x