This is how Xander Spies summed up Hierkommiebokkie's win at Turffontein, 6 February:

Some horses win races. Others impose themselves on them—assert their presence, bend the track to their will, and rewrite the script before it’s even been read. Hierkommiebokkie is of the latter kind.

Yesterday at Turffontein, she didn’t merely run. She commanded. From the moment the gates snapped open, there was no pretense of competition. Just inevitability. She dictated the pace, sculpted the air around her, and owned every single stride until the finish line bowed before her in submission. A fifth career victory, and one that came with all the finality of an exclamation mark.

Of course, brilliance is rarely a solo act. Kabelo Matsunyane—cool, composed, merciless—rode like a man with an unshakable secret: He already knew how this would end. A ride as sharp as a well-placed dagger, effortless yet decisive.

And then there’s the backing, the believers, the ones who never doubted: Messrs Mayesh Chetty and Braam van Huyssteen, whose unwavering support fuels performances like this. Victories aren’t conjured from thin air—they are built, through faith, through patience, through an insistence that this horse, this ride, this moment is the one that matters.



A fine victory? No. A statement.