10/10/2026
IN LOVING MEMORY OF ELLEN MAZANI MHIZHA TRESHA ❤️🕊️
My beloved grandma, fondly known as Gogo.
The woman who taught me how to crochet, how to care for myself as a woman, and how to work hard with my own hands.
I lost my mum when I was just 17 years old, in Grade 11. I moved in with my grandmother, and she became the woman who guided me through life. She taught me to be independent, to find something meaningful to do, to make things with my hands and sell them, and to save whatever little I could.
She taught me that no matter how difficult life becomes, there is dignity in working with your hands and creating something for yourself.
Little did I know that the skills she taught me would become such a big part of who I am today. My crochet is more than a craft; it is a piece of her living on through me. Every stitch carries a memory, every creation carries a lesson, and every time I pick up my hook, I am reminded of the woman who taught me how to begin.
Gogo, I miss you more than words can ever explain. 😢❤️ I wish I could sit with you again, listen to your wisdom, and tell you how much of what you taught me I still carry in my heart.
Thank you for taking me in when I needed you. Thank you for teaching me to work hard, to be resourceful, and to never underestimate the value of my own hands.
You may be gone, but your lessons are stitched into my life forever.
Rest peacefully, Gogo. You are loved, you are missed, and you will never be forgotten. 🕊️❤️🧶
I can hear your voice even now saying 'Handidi tsvina ini'.
