Basetsana Khumalo and Johanna Mukoki are no strangers to South African media and travel aficionados.
These two sisters have great portfolios behind their names and have proven that anything is possible through hard work, great support and prayer. Their story resonates with me as I have a sister and these are the kind of conversations we have about our futures. When such tangible role models exist, our dreams are validated and come to life as we are led by their example. You see inspiration usually comes from something that exists, ours is to add our own flair and skill to make the obvious difference.
It’s only until recent years that they have exposed their private lives and business projects to us. We see that they too can have fun, enjoy life, have families and still live out their individual purposes.
The Makgalemele sisters are an embodiment of “Women can do it all.”
The value of a sister or brother
Who doesn’t have one.
The value of ten years:
Ask a newly
The value of four years:
Ask a graduate.
The value of one year:
Ask a student who
Has failed a final exam.
The value of nine months:
Ask a mother who gave birth to a stillborn.
The value of one month:
Ask a mother
Who has given birth to
A premature baby.
The value of one week:
Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.
The value of one minute:
Ask a person
Who has missed the train, bus or plane.
The value of one second:
Ask a person
Who has survived an accident.
Time waits for no one.
Treasure every moment you have.
You will treasure it even more when
You can share it with someone special.
To realize the value of a friend or family member:
There were never such devoted sisters,
Never had to have a chaperone, no sir,
I’m there to keep my eye on her
Every little thing that we are wearing
When a certain gentleman arrived from rome
She wore the dress, and I stayed home
All kinds of weather, we stick together
The same in the rain and sun
Two different faces, but in tight places
We think and we act as one
Those who’ve seen us
Know that not a thing could come between us
Many men have tried to split us up, but no one can
Lord help the mister who comes between me and my sister
And lord help the sister, who comes between me and my man”
The first thing that bound us together. The special day we were born. She is my sister and my friend. We speak about everything that you can’t naturally speak about to your blood relatives. We have phone dates (pathetic singles thrive on these) and we have confession sessions. We are like one in the same, and have this cytokinesis type of bond that when one goes through an ordeal the other goes through a similar one. We actually tied the knot closed to our bond this year after a visit to George as NMMU, PR employees. We now share everything and have established a “Back it up with the Bible” outlook on life’s difficulties to loosen up tricky situations. She listens to all my rubbish (as I do hers) and tells me the truth. We are now doing Roadtrip to Cape Town, entering Nivea random giveaways and part of the P31S group. You would swear we’ve known each other for years! We plan to take over the PR world all by God’s grace. She has faith in me, and I do too in her. Her name is Lenique Bossr just in case you were wondering, we may be 365 days apart but we are definitely sisters. Love Her!