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The Maletsatsi Foundation NPC,
FNB 62865881314,
Cheque Account,
Branch Code: 210835,
Swift Code: FIRNZAJJ
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The Maletsatsi Foundation NPC
FNB 62865881314
Cheque Account
Branch Code: 210835
Swift Code: FIRNZAJJ

29/08/2026

I love to think I can do it all. 💪

Sadly our finances also insist that I do it all… because where’s there money to hire someone to come with? 🤷‍♀️

This last week 😳 Suffice to say that in a solo 9 hour drive (that became 13 hours 😩), whilst driving at close to 120km on the highways, still 4 hours from JHB and anyone I know… a heard a sudden BANG 💥 and the trailer swerved out behind me. Smoke started billowing from the rear 🚗💨 and I had to pull my wits about me to bring the car to a safe standstill… ON THE SIDE OF THE N3 😳

I was alone.
With SIX CHILDREN. 👦👧👦👧👦👧
A roof rack. Bicycles. 🚲 And a very laden trailer.

It was my worst case scenario. How do you repair a trailer when you need to make sure your four year old doesn’t run straight into traffic? 🚛💨

26/08/2026

Dear friends

Payday is upon us and there’s quite simply no other way of putting this- we desperately need your support.

Over the last six years as Maletsatsi has grown, so too has my role. And the very real reality is that being on the ground, doing the removals, running to court, cooking, doing laundry, being designated driver, packer, shopping, managing the school, our supplies, the healthcare, so much childcare, planning, managing all legal aspects, cases - it’s a lot. The mental load for a single, healthy, legally free child is overwhelming- what then for over 30 children with extreme difficulties across multiple areas? I’m overwhelmed and the financial stress is not helping.

The demands on me consume more of me than I like to admit. I don’t have the time that is needed to maintain fundraising in the way it’s needed to keep this entire thing going- content creation is time consuming and I’m not managing to document even a small percentage of what we do. Most organisations this size have a full time marketing and fundraising team… here it’s me. And im needed on the ground for whatever project, crisis, emergency or activity is needed every day.

I’m so committed to ensuring that every cent goes directly to our kids that I’ve found this really tough hire to commit to (never mind that we can quite simply not afford it).

Historically, my sporadic posts on social media were enough. Now - with the changes to the algorithm and the ever increasing demands on my time, only a very few of our posts reach our full audience. I’ve tried various angles at this. Tried to get people to help, tried differing content ideas but the reality is quite simple that something isn’t currently working and we’re just not brining in anywhere near the funds needed to make ends meet. Healthy, legally free children are expensive- you can escalate that ten fold when kids have high medical needs and a burgeoning legal demand.

I cannot imagine not doing this ‘work’ but the truth is that the runway is only so long-‘I can’t keep dipping into personal savings indefinitely… they’re not an infinite resource. And at a point I will need to admit that my personal capacity is at its limits.

I am committed to raising really good humans who are going to go on to meaningfully contribute to society- kids who are not defined by their worst moments and who will one day enter the adult world as independent and competent members society who will break the cycle of devastation that made them need our home and be the first in their families to NOT be dependent on state social or criminal systems for survival.

I can give up the entirety of my waking days to the cause.
Our family can sacrifice all the ‘normal’ life.
We can open up our home to all.

But we can simply not do this without funds.

Please. Donate today. I don’t want to have to stop saying yes to mothers and children in crisis. I don’t want to have to end being a solace for children that the world has given up on. But it’s all feeling mighty uncertain right now. Because it all costs so very much money which we’re just not managing to raise.

If you can’t donate please share this with your networks- someone can. Ask your companies where their CSI spends are going and help us have them directed this way, or sign up to a minuscule monthly donation of just R67 to be part of the solution to the gargantuan problem that is facing kids today.

We have a school on our property- if your company’s CSI focus is Education- we meet that criteria.
We run a coding program for our school goers- if tech is the focus, we’re there too!
We operate a hugely successful sports development program- if the focus is sports development, we meet that criteria!
We feed thousands of meals a month- if the focus is food security- we meet that too!
If your company is focused on employment- we actively employ biological families to help them find their feet and be able to parent.
Many of our mothers are victims of GBV- we’re supporting this space too!
Our offering is diverse- and most importantly, impactful. We need every single bit of support we can get.

Donations are tax deductible.

The Maletsatsi Foundation is a registered Non Profit Company, Non Profit Organisation and Public Beneficiary Organisation with Level 1 BEE.

NPC Registration Number: 2020/257077/08
NPO Registration Number: 254-968.
PBO Reference Number: 930070879

Banking Details:
The Maletsatsi Foundation NPC,
FNB 62865881314,
Cheque Account,
Branch Code: 210835,
Swift Code: FIRNZAJJ
Ref: Your email address

Sign up for a tiny R67 a month:
https://maletsatsifoundation.co.za/product/mandela-day-monthly-donation/

From one mamma holding on for what it’s worth, your support would mean the world.
X Mamma T

Ps… if the photos confuse you, have a laugh with me because the only pictures I can find of me are those taken by a toddler while I was dealing with a medical appointment. All my fellow mammas who organise, plan, execute and look like they weren’t at events and excursions… where you at? 🫣

21/08/2026

It’s two hours after his bedtime. And he still can’t sleep. He just keeps saying “Im scared they’re going take me to another house”. And we keep reassuring him. But he’s seen it happen time and time again. And truthfully I don’t blame home for not believing me. But this is just one part of the collateral damage of this system designed to protect.

18/08/2026

There’s a part of this work that keeps me up at night. A part I can’t change. A part I suspect I will die trying to.

I am PRO REUNIFICATION. In almost every instance that it is possible. That doesn’t mean that I am pro returning children to dangerous situations. And it does not mean I am pro ‘reunifying’ kids with family members they have never met.

BUT that’s not the point of this post.

There are times when, no matter what we do, we cannot change certain things. And just after I’d fallen asleep last night one of those things came careening into my consciousness.

On Friday, a little person who has spent the entirety of this year in our home, will be ‘reunified’ with family members we are uncertain she has ever even met. There will be NO transition. NO gentle handover. NO introduction. We will be forced to drive to court, sit in a waiting room, and smile as we hand her over to people whose names we don’t eve know.

We cannot change this. We have tried. And this isn’t the point right now.

What we CAN change is making sure her memory bank is packed. And ALL this kid has dreamt of is her birthday. Which is in two weeks time. And now is not going to be celebrated in our home. Although she’s counted it down with glee.

Every single day when she wakes up, she’s says “it’s MINE birthday tomorrow!!” With a cheeky grin and huge excitement. And so before she’s whisked out of our arms on Friday we want to plan a fantabulous birthday for her. BUT our coffers are so so dry and all fundraising plans aside I quite simply HAVE to make some magic happen so that we can get her a cake and some balloons and more presents than she can carry so we can take photos and send them back with her so she know that she was loved. And that she mattered. Whatever happens going forward.

Sure. It’ll be a fake birthday. But it’ll create real memories. And that’s what counts.

I NEED you. PLEASE. She needs you. PLEASE.
so we can make some magic in this very un-magical situation.

The Maletsatsi Foundation NPC,
FNB 62865881314,
Cheque Account,
Branch Code: 210835,
Swift Code: FIRNZAJJ
Ref: Your email address

12/08/2026

His name was Thulani.
I met him at the school for disabled children where my mum taught pottery.
He was kind.
And talented.
He could throw clay onto that pottery wheel in ways that made me stare.
He also had no hands.
See when Thulani was a small boy he stolen a sweet from the local spaza shop.
To teach him a lesson, in a fit of rage, fuelled by embarrassment… who knows why… his father had plunged his tiny hands deep into a bubbling pot of pap.
I cannot begin to imagine the agony.
He lost his hands that day.
In their places were stumps by the time I knew him.
But that was about the least interesting thing about him.
Just one part of his story.
His name was Thulani.
He was kind.
He was talented.
And he taught me that every child deserves more than basic survival.
I wonder if he still throws pottery today. I imagine him working at my favorite store creating spectacularly over the top crocodiles with monkeys peering over their shoulders and vats of gold beneath their bellies, signing them off as .
He was more than his worst moment.
His name was Thulani.
I think of him every single time a pot comes to boil on my stove.
I hope he kept going.

09/08/2026

Today marks women’s day in South Africa.

So much of me had wanted to write a post about women’s empowerment. I’d spoken at length to a trusted friend about how I wish that we didn’t have to even repeat the phrase so often regurgitated on women’s day- “you strike a woman, you strike a rock”. Just stop frikken stinking women. But I digress.

I’ve thought so much of late about how passive the language around harm to women is. How passive to men, how accusational to women.

“She fell pregnant”, they’ll say. Like she tripped because of her own foolishness. Why aren’t we saying: “He impregnated her” and allowing a man to defend whether he did so consensually or not?

“She abandoned her baby”, “how could she do that” instead of “where is the father who abandoned this woman?”.

Last night, as the awards ceremony for our current rally came to head- all five of the junior bike riders were acknowledged with trophies. Where in the adult section, only the first three riders were given trophies, a special exception was made to ensure that all five of the junior motorbike riders received a trophy. On its own, a lovely encouragement for junior development. Incidentally, all five of the junior bike riders were boys. This in contrast to THE ONLY female car driver, who incidentally was THE ONLY junior car driver. Who did not receive a trophy. Because she was not in the top three (of the adults) and came fourth… where fourth and fifth was acknowledged for the boys…

And I spent the hours that followed gently trying to explain to a tearful little girl who had driven her heart out that this is just how society is, that when we compete with men we need to understand… and then I remembered that I call bu****it. I went to bed sick to my stomach that I tried to explain to my teenage daughter that it was legitimate that she was invisible despite being remarkable. I call bu****it on it all. It sounds like sour grapes to raise something like this- but this these micro actions that continually tell our girls they are unimportant in a society designed for men. These little things that happen every frikken day that women are told they’re hysterical for raising and pushing against, but it’s these very things that eroding the very base of the existence of our visibility.

So this women’s day, I’m not wishing you a happy day. I’m begging you- whoever you are to make a change at the micro level: make women visible. Let’s legitimise their existence by merely seeing them. Not when they’ve left a baby on the side of the road. Not when they’re pregnant at 16. Not when they’re so desperate that they commit a crime. Let’s legitimise the girl child by actually seeing her. Every. Single. Day.

Love from a mom, who refuses to continually let her girls accept being invisible.

Address

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Midrand

Telephone

+27713521457

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