Quanitah Kolia- WARNING: THESE KOEKSISTERS MAY CAUSE DEPENDENCE
(Proceed with nostalgia.)

This is Quanitah,
She’s only been making koesisters for two years, but already the aunties, the real gatekeepers of Cape Malay kitchens, are pulling her aside with quiet whispers of, “My girl, how do you make yours so soft?” That’s when you know the tradition is in safe hands.
Quanitah grew up in Salt River, where food wasn’t just something you cooked. It was how you showed love, how you built community, how you stayed connected. Sundays were never quiet. They were filled with the warm smell of cinnamon, aniseed, and syrup drifting out of the kitchen… the sound of pots clinking, children laughing, and families preparing for church or gathering afterwards for koeksisters and conversation.

In her home, koesisters were a heritage ritual — the kind that brings generations around one table, where stories are shared, guidance is passed down, and comfort is found in the familiar sweetness of a tradition older than all of us. She carries that same spirit into every batch she makes.
Her koesisters are soft, spicy, syrupy, and made with the same gentle hands that once helped the women in her family. They’re crafted with instinct, nurtured with love, and finished with a playful flair that makes them uniquely hers. And yes, customers swear they offer emotional support. We don’t argue.

What started as a humble kitchen practice has become her way of honouring where she comes from. Through The Koesister App, Quanitah now shares this proudly South African treat with families who crave that same warmth, the comfort of home, the sweetness of memory, the joy of tradition kept alive.
Every koesister is a reminder of Salt River’s bustling kitchens, aunties gossiping over tea, cousins scraping syrup from their plates, and the feeling of belonging that only heritage food can give. She believes everyone deserves to experience that.

Because truly, if you haven’t tasted Quanitah’s koesisters yet, your taste buds are living in poverty. Support local. Support heritage. Support the craving your heart already knows. And let Quanitah share a little piece of home with you. One warm, syrupy, memory-filled bite at a time.