The camp went amazingly well, better than I could have hoped. The girls swam, hiked, danced around fires, watched a big-screen picture show and did other things for the first time in their lives. They had a talent show and wrote poetry. They are incredible women – so strong, confident and expressive. I love them, even without knowing all of their names. Some stood out and I do know their names. I am so proud of them. I look forward to being with each one individually when we begin the Glow Girl Club. I was able to teach yoga, give a session on body image and nutrition, and journaling. We even drew self-portraits. Really I came to camp thinking I’d pass on all this knowledge, but was humbled by the inspiration, joy and exuberance of all the girls. I came home exhausted. The family still slept in the mourning hut for Nomusa, all inside on straw mats with trays of food, one kettle, a fire in the middle and one light bulb. I arrived home late the last day of camp and they called me inside. Nlthanthla ran to me and sat in my lap playing with my hair. Zanele and I laughed together. They fed me and we all went to bed. What would I do without everyone here? I came as a self-sufficient and independent woman. Now I am reliant and communal with my family and friends, yet so happy. I think of the Zulu proverb… “If you want to go fast, go alone. If you want to go far, go together.”