When we got to Johannesburg , we were quickly swept up in the movements of the time . I made feminist paintings of black women’s bodies and depicted black families in positive ways . Flo worked for an underground small press newspaper , writing about human rights . We busked on weekends , covering Lucky Dube and Bob Marley songs .

I started to grow dreadlocks . I did this to embrace my natural self and shunned the stylish perms of the era . Flo did the same . Her dreadlocks looked ridiculous , her silky brown hair made her look like a 60s hippie.

We were privileged , our apartment was leased for ten years , Flo’s father sent us allowance . The amount of freedom we had was strange for women of our time and we did not take it for granted.We used our privilege to host women who had came to the city to look for jobs . We hid those who didn’t have passes and our place became a spot for intellectual discourse . Underground organizations and youth clubs came to our place for drinks and debates. They came for food and comradery . Many a time- the police came knocking but our cases disappeared because of Flo’s father .That is how we first met the Tafai twins .