It started years back with family reunion of Rustenburgers and family in Polokwane area..Ga Tisane Moshate in the 80s
Then We were together at Turfloop where we had so much funMoments we shared together::
Telephonically - leaning on each others shoulders, sharing all emotions together, good and bad times..Pillar of strength for each other.
Home visits I cherished..many times talking night out, laughter mostly and plans for holidays near ocean..
What remains we shared so much love together and the bond so strong..
Thanks for spending some time in Mpumalanga at my house at some stage..o busa maoto..true twin sister.
You are such a joy and mentor..I will love you always..Now lately in our last conversation never saw the signs..you were full of life and hopes..but.....
I guess us to accept Thato ya Morena..I will miss you..My Twin..it's sad our story had to stop instantly...love will continue with your kids and family..my One and Only twin sister..

I worked with Makoti at Rantobeng Sec in 1997, she was young, care free and full of energy. It was at that era when our learners were literally elderly people, bomme ba go tswa ka ga bona and young men, some married. Meta would come to school wearing a knee-length, flared and transparent skirt. She would say yena, she only puts on 3 items. Our principal then once commented about her dress code, and that was the joke of the year. Meta was very confident, when she walked, her head was always held high and her chest out. O be a bonala gore she was a princess. She loved music and a kgona go opela. We would sit in the staff room during breaks and start singing those rarely sung difficult Lutheran songs, bo Modimo yo re mmotileng ke sebo se thata, Pelo yaka e goletswe, Lebaka laka la bofelo and many more. Meta loved finer things in life, she would organize staff dinners for Holiday Inn, and that would be great. She was a tour Organizer, I was not surprised after I have left go kwa gore she contributed in introducing Tourism as a subject, taught the subject and excelled. I remember one year re isitse bana on a tour to Mpumalanga, and we were accommodated at Blyde River Resorts. When it was time to sleep our learners sneaked out without us noticing that, and our room was just next to theirs. The following morning they were making fun of it saying, MamMatlala was zooming us with her glasses on even when she was in bed. I remember are go bona, your parents are now asleep and you are troubling us here, saying that passionately so, xhem she loved her work, a teacher par excellence. She would always get sponsors to cater our learners during excursions, and her generosity was out of this world. A lot of learners from Rantobeng achieved in life because of her efforts, she shared her family's resources with them. Makoti would give them accommodation when they go to look for admission at institutions of higher learning, as if that was not enough, she would even pay registration fees to those that couldn't, buy them those things they would need, she would literary take her own luggage bags and give to those in need. Yah that's Makoti for you, there's a lot that I can say about her ‍♀️ we really thank her family for allowing us to share her with them. Re leboga the womb that carried her, and breasts that nurtured her to be the giant, the heroine she was. Meta will be dearly missed. O shomile ngwana Mologadi, ga a ye a khutse, at a better place where there are no sorrows. We thank God for all the days of her life, even though parting with her is such a bitter pill to swallow, rere go lokile go lokile.

saying that we feeling sad would be a bit too shallow words,just can’t explain how we feeling so low life has taken away someone so precious,so dear.i’ts just not possible to imagine that you won’t be near mamathis goodbye is going to be painful hard && long but like you always said..”try to be strong”.REST IN PEACE MAMA WE KNOW YOU ARE IN A BETTER PLACE AND ONE DAY WE SHALL MEET AGAIN,WE LOVE YOU AND WE WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU,YOU WILL FOREVER REMAIN IN OUR HEARTS❤️