This year’s comrades is extra special to me. My sister who is many years my senior decided to come out and support her little sister. My sister dopes me with behind the scenes love. Until I was in grade school, I don’t have a recollection of her because she was in boarding school so we never really experienced that sister sister bonding. I remember well her baking and cooking during school holidays. She would dress me up in pretty dresses she would bring back from uni. In later years she would be my first visitor, 2 weeks after I gave birth to my daughter and she took over like a mother hen that she is. And when my son came years later, a month after he was born, I dumped him at her house like a love sick teenager and she stepped up as always. I still shop in her grocery cabinet but this time around she Uber’s the woolies bags that always come as a nice surprise, just before I scream poverty. She’s not big on calling or celebrations so most people don’t know she exists in my life (I must admit, I’m also not big in calling). Growing up I used to envy those with sisters who seemed to call, drop by and just hangout together however as I grow, I realize she’s always been there when it matters most. Now comrades ???? It’s a big step for her and she’s excited as much as I am. I’m sure it’s nerve wrecking but like the mother hen she is, she won’t show me. No wonder I’m confident and I’m not worried about anything because she’s always ready with the phone to manage everything . My big sister is here and that’s all the race food I need. #comrades2019 #sizonqoba #sisterslove https://www.instagram.com/p/Byct3b_Fr501BFmbiX2l41snc6sRyxETxcf4UQ0/?igshid=6teain835kp8
