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Hlelo
" she not up"
Musa: her body is exhausted
Me: I see, I can move her now?
Musa: yep you can.
Me: I owe you big time bafo.
Musa: That you do.
I made a few calls arranging for us to go home where I know its peaceful and she can recuperate properly.

Mr Mamothame
I watched the news and iv been following the page and nowhere does it say where Nyakallo is. The news have been pounding at our doors looking for her or our comments in this matter.
Lifuno walked in looking like a mess.
Lifuno: Bokang called
Me: And?
Lifuno: he says he will miss this week lunch again
Me: Did he say why?
Lifuno: They going to SA
I looked at her and she looked away.
Me: Are you thinking of going too?
Lifuno: Yes
Me: What about Pearl?
Lifuno: The helper will continue to help
Me: Just out of curiosity, why are you going?
She looked at me puzzled.
Lifuno: am I missing something here lerumo?
Me: Oh no why you ask?
Lifuno: She is your daughter and you are my husband and that automatically makes her mine. Now why would I not go to SA to see my own daughter after all that she been through?
I kept quiet for sometime.
Me: Do you guys know where she is?
Lifuno: No but am sure Bokang will figure it out! She turned leaving me with my thoughts.

Nyakallo
I woke up and I felt that we were moving and when I looked to the side my knight in shinning armour was there.
Me: Jewellery???
He looked at me a little confused than smiled.
Hlelo: I took it all out
I nodded cause talking was to much.
Hlelo: Am moving you
Me: Safe??
Hlelo: yeah it safe
Me: Thank.... you....
Hlelo: get some rest okay?
I closed my eyes and feel into a deep sleep knowing that i might be safe.

Anele
I still had no idea where she was, the page assured us that she is safe but the past few days no one has said anything to the page or  the news. The police found out who is Doctor Musa as he answered all questions and showed us the house that she treated her but they were gone. I was close to a panicking mode cause i needed to see her in order to know that she is well.
My phone rang and it was the station
Me: yep
Call: there is a Bokang here who says he is her brother
I remember many times when she told me about him and his love for her so i asked them to give him my address and hang up. Maybe now we will be able to find her.

Hlelo
We got home and I sorted everything out for her comfort. An hour after getting there my mother and my baby brother came in doors busting.
Mom: Where is she?
Me: Sleeping in the guest room.
Mom: have you made something for her to eat?
Me: mum iv only been back for an hour.
Mom: Melo go fetch the groceries in the car and ill make something for her
Me: You don't have too
Mom: I want too
She got busy as I walked to the guest room and found her there awake but just staring at the ceiling with tears rolling out of her eyes. I walked closer and when she saw me she wiped them slowly.
Me: Hi
Nyakallo: Hi
She looked better even though she spoke softly.
Me: Do you need anything?
Nyakallo: Thank you
Me: its a pleasure.
She was quiet and I just stood there not knowing what to say or do.
Nyakallo: why did you dance with me?
I did not expect that. I shrugged and looked at her.
Me: I don't know
Nyakallo: Did you know I could dance?
Me: no one has a great posture as you and don't know how to dance.
Me: I see
She closed her eyes and spoke.
Nyakallo: He hit me because I danced with you. A simple dance landed me in a position of fighting for my life.
That took me off guard, how can one hit a person because of a dance? A simple dance nje just like that.
Me: Am sorry!
Nyakallo: Its not your fault. I married him not you.
Me: About that
She looked at me with tired eyes. Should i tell her now or I should just let her be for now until she strong enough for this?
Me: How about you sleep for awhile than ill call you when something to eat is here. She nodded and closed her eyes.
Mom: You have to tell her the truth.
Me: I know but not now.
Mom: They would never be the right time to tell her. You have to tell her soon.
Me: Ma...
Mom: ill be in the kitchen...

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