(After hearing the news that he was born and left in the streets with a stranger on a rainy day, Lusapho could not stop feeling frustration and pain, and he could not stop thinking about what could have happened to him had Kegomoditswe not arrived there to save him. It hit him hard, and he was deep in thought all night long.)

Lusapho: God, what do I make of this era of my life? Yes, I knew that my mother found me under very rough conditions, but this is too deep, it’s beyond deep. Should I be angry at my biological mother for leaving me there, or should I just acknowledge the fact that she left me in good hands? Yes, I was raised well, that much can I admit, and I thank you for sending Mom Kego to my rescue on that day, because it’s possible that I could have died had she not been there. But there are hospitals everywhere, so why in the street? Why not in the house, or somewhere else besides the streets? What could have possibly caused my biological mother to give birth to me in the street, during a heavily rainy day? God, I need answers; I need answers! Right now, I can’t even face Asiphe and tell her the whole truth about my origin. I have never even told her that Mom Kego is not my biological mother, so how will I face her and tell her that I’m originally a street-boy? Mom Kego says there was a lot of blood on the day she saw me, so what if my mother died from losing that large amount of blood? Oh God, that means I will never get to know who I am, I will never get to know where I come from, and I will never get to know if I have siblings or not. It was better when I knew that my mother abandoned me when I was young, than what I know now. This is too much, and I need a drink.

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Tell us: After reading Lusapho’s prayer, what advice would you give him?