Remembering

Thobeka

Thobeka was a force of nature, a beacon of light for all who had the privilege of knowing her. As a devoted mother, she poured ​her heart into raising her beloved son, Okhela, always dreaming of the best for him. Her bond with her siblings, Thami and ​Thozama, was a testament to the love and respect that defined her relationships.

With a National Diploma in Journalism and Public Relations from Boston Media House, Thobeka was not content to rest on her ​laurels. She pursued further knowledge with a Bachelor of Arts in Clinical Psychology at WITS University, embodying a relentless ​pursuit of personal and professional growth.

Professionally, Thobeka was a trailblazer. Her latest role as Client Service Lead at SoulProviders Collective marked the ​culmination of a storied career. Before this, she excelled as a Business Development Manager, following two fruitful years in ​copywriting and content management and four years as an Account Manager. Her portfolio sparkled with esteemed clients like ​the Nelson Mandela Children’s Hospital, Standard Bank, Wilmar South Africa, and Hollard Life and Investments. Her impact was ​also felt in significant projects such as the Anzisha Prize, Africa Health Placements in Tanzania, and the South African Film and ​Television Awards.

Thobeka wasn’t just a content creator; she was a maestro of strategic content. She didn’t just write—she crafted narratives that ​resonated, content that converted. As a business blogger and certified Inbound Marketer, she wielded her critical thinking and ​creative writing skills like a master artist with a brush. The writing was not just a job for Thobeka; it was her calling, her passion, ​her art.

Thobeka's laughter was contagious, her joy infectious. She loved spending time with friends, reveling in moments of connection ​and camaraderie. Known for her impeccable skin and keen sense of fashion, she always looked effortlessly elegant. She ​delighted in looking good, a reflection of her inner vibrancy.

When she wasn’t writing, Thobeka was reading, always on a quest to expand her horizons. She sought ways to spread her ​influence across digital spheres, a testament to her visionary spirit. Yet, despite her professional achievements, her heart always ​belonged to her family, with her son being her first love. Thobeka was an aspiring author and novelist, dreaming of one day ​sharing her stories with the world.

Thobeka’s life was a tapestry of love, laughter, and limitless potential. Her spirit lives on in the hearts of those who loved her, her ​legacy woven into the fabric of the lives she touched. She will be deeply missed, but her light will continue to shine, inspiring all ​who knew her.

To my beloved ​sister Thobeka

Losing you is my biggest heartbreak for this year. I wasn't even ​prepared for it, and I will never be. The thought of not seeing ​you, hearing you, and talking to you again is like a deep stab in ​my heart. If only I knew that you you'd be gone, I should have ​hugged you for a long time when we last saw each other. Rest ​in peace, dear sister. Your love and light will forever shine in ​our hearts. You'll be deeply missed, but your spirit will always ​be with us.

Love Lindiwe Fox Jnr

Letters

The Original Slay Queen

The Midnight Enigma

As you slay your way into the heavens,

Heaven knows there will never be anyone quite like you.

No one rocked those lashes, the way you did…

But through your eyes, you saw only the good in me

No one dressed in styles, the way you did…

But through your outside drip, you never judged me

No one carried themselves with grace and splendor, the way you did…

But through your warm heart and kindness you graced me with the sweetest love

No one rocked a weave, the way you did…

But you have woven your undying spirit into my heart… forever.

May your rest like the Queen you are…

Love Keke… o mama ka Babs.

PS: Babs loves you too!

Time the biggest trickster and self pressure we have...we forever moving somewhere but ​mostly nowhere cause we never in the moment...fooled by tomorrow or schedule for ​another day when we dnt know when our time runs out...we missed out on alot of time ​2laugh appreciate what we have seeing what is important right in our presence bcoz we ​chase time n deadlines which are not ours bt defined by the world...it sadness me that ​my time with u here in the world has come to an end, how n why I dnt know but thru this ​confusion n hurt I realized how blessed I was to have u the talks the giggles sèing ur ​strength thru some of the hardest ordeals u went thruseeung ur achievements and ​blessings ur beauty n soul and the opportunity 2b a big sister to you...I am among the ​luckiest to have shared your life journey and that is what will console me and always ​carry u in a special part of me....with that contagious warm laugh of yours...sorry nana I ​didn't see the hurt and loniness u were going thru

Your laugh will forever ​be in my heart

Every time you told me wamorata moshimane ona neh and you ​laughed and I should have told you I loved you as much friend!

I hope you felt it, when we looked over a situation and made it seem ​like a joke and laughed at it before we can really look at it seriously ​and be in our feels just goes to show you that it’s so small and we ​have so much more to laugh about than be sad at our hardships.

I loved that even before I spoke to you, you were already laughing ​and people looked at you like this lady is always laughing and this one ​has a serious face. Choma and our wardrobe wars, always getting ​similar things gosh chick. I love you so much, at every family event ​without fail, my phone would ring with what I must bring.

And for some reason, you just knew when to call and step in without ​me even asking you just knew friend.

It’s going to be so hard without you, it’s breaking me even writing this!

I Love you T, your laugh will forever be in my heart.

ZETHU’S aunt

My daughters favourite aunt is gone way too soon and I’m ​too sad and angry. I wasn’t the big sister I could have been.

“She loved her wigs mama”, I know that because, you ​always had a plug for hair for me.

Beautiful baby sister…. Your energy was supposed to sell my ​art. There is so much that’s still undone… you will be missed ​a lot by me for on the spot babysitting and you will be ​missed by the kids.

Nothing is easy. We will take care of Baby Okhela and ​always remind him how much you loved him. We will take ​care of mom, Thami, Thozama and your favourite niece and ​nephew….

Love

Thando

Turiya Magadlela