It would not only be wrong, but it would be evil of me to not credit the helping hands of both my mother and younger sister, Mihlali in the creation of this book. Their love and devotion has always extended itself to helping me settle my thoughts and gather my composure. When I wrote the first draft of this text I remember my sister calling me to tell me to rewrite it. “What?” I responded, aloof.
“What’s wrong with it?”
“Everything,” she said.
“This time, it’s not about telling a good story,” she said. “It’s about telling the right story.”
The result of her statement is the book you now have saved on your device storage.