By the time my grandmother died the next year, Mamkhulu had buried two grandchildren, her only son and her mother. When she cautiously tried to open the bonnet, boiling water burst through the front grille and severely burnt her thighs. In 2013, the woman helping care for Mamkhulu died suddenly after completing household chores and resting on the family's couch. Across this country are thousands of women like her whose names will never trend online and whose sacrifices will never be formally recognised. Not the power that demands attention but the power that quietly sustains generations.