In the cool, bustling city of Mbabane, where taxis hooted at every corner and the hills stood guard like quiet giants, friendships formed slowly and deeply.That was where Alwande Zwane and Enzokuhle Dlamini’s story began.They grew up in the same neighborhood, just a few houses apart along a narrow street that echoed with children’s laughter every afternoon. They walked the same route to school, shared kota during break, and spent weekends sitting on the curb watching cars pass like they were watching the world go by.They were inseparable—not because they planned it, but because life simply placed them side by