The heart, soul and voice of my sister, my friend went silent earlier on on that fateful August bank holiday but it was the 22nd of September we finally laid her lifeless body to rest in Southampton. The service by Rev Sitotombe was warm and fitting, the speech by Mr M was emotional, Paul managed to go through his speech just and many family, friends and workmates came and the picture spoke dozens about how much she was loved and would be missed. Besides Manya's family Paul's buddies came from the states, Zim, Bots and the UK peeps were present on this day. What an emotional day, surreal and still so vivid in my mind's eye. The day I did not sleep a wink. The thought that I would not be able to see and touch her again was crazy. Somehow my mind said if I do not sleep then that day does not exist. How was it possible that I was to bury my beautiful sister? I wanted to fight so I fought sleep! Tadiwa, Mimi and Kyra's tears tagged at my heart that day. Kyra just had seemed so composed the tears had me wanting to go and hug her. Mati and our then very new baby...it all seemed like a dream Adi and I went to brush her hair and put a touch of our favourite Revlon lipstick for her before heading for the service. It was as if I was out of my body watching someone who looked like me go through the motions. How I loved her then, how I miss her now. Amazingly though I must say God has proved Himself faithful in all this as I stand today a year later at peace and grateful for every call we shared, every holiday and every minute I had her on this earth with me. I treasure every moment