It’s an integral part of my image, a bold statement to the rest of the world and a symbol of my empowerment as a young black, African woman. As I stand in front of the mirror and fuss over a brightly-coloured scarf, I think of how many other young, black women like me in South Africa are probably standing in front of their mirrors and doing much the same––a multitude of different coloured fabrics of varying texture being twirled and twisted this way and that––all a part of something much bigger than ourselves; a sisterhood of sorts.