As Amaís wedding day approaches and her friends ñ Beauty, Matlakala and Pamela are there to lend varying degrees of support. But when tragedy strikes on Amaís wedding day and spreads to every corner of the groupís lives they hold on to each other to survive. Will their misfortunes bring them closer together or will they tear the quilt of their friendship apart? They are our mothers, our sisters, our daughters, our girlfriends, our aunties. Pamelaís body is a ravaged canvas of her troubles. Matlakala tries to prop up a failing relationship. Beautyís sharp tongue and dark secret threatens to doom her to a life lived alone. In To the Black Women We All Knew, Maenetsha showcases the modern township existence and its weakening yet ever-present link to tradition. Her vivid writing tells of the capriciousness of life and love and the strength of women in the face of a crisis.