Dineo
When I started working with the Naledi Victim Support Centre I was drawn to Dineo, who with her white hair and similar shoes reminded me so much of my own gran.
The next time I saw her I summoned up some courage to tell her and how much I had wanted to give her a hug as a result ( My gran was the most wondeful women, tall, kind, with a great sense of humour and full of love for all her misfit grand chidlren)
When I told Dineo she said to me " Stop standing on that side of the room girl, get over here and give me a hug. I need a grand daughter anyway and so you can become my new grand daughter"
Since then we great each other with much enthusiasm every time I see her and I have learnt quite a bit more about her life. Her own daughter was killed in the youth uprising in South Africa and she left behind a young son, and a big gap in Dineo's life.
I was thrilled with it, because it is of brown 3 cats shwe shwe and so similar to the material of my Duro Dress.
So we agreed that on my next trip to Naledi, Dineo would wear her dress again and I would wear mine.
Last week I wore my Duro and Dineo wore her dress, and we loved the fact that someone asked us if we were family because we were dressed the same.
