Our story
Our love story
It was a Sunday market on 7th Street, and there was one slice of milk tart left. Sizwe got there first. Mia pointed out, politely and at length, that she had been looking at it for some time. He cut it in half with a plastic knife, and they ate it standing on the pavement, arguing about whether it needed more cinnamon.
That argument has now lasted four years, two flats and one very spoilt cat. Sizwe proposed in the rose garden at Emmarentia with a ring and, of course, a milk tart. We can't wait to celebrate with you.
