“What is she talking about? Open the door for her,” Samkelo instructed.

Sophia entered with a tear-stained face and a small photo album. She had been through Siphe’s bag, which she had left behind.

Sophia paged through it and showed them the pictures of Siphe’s family, each page lovingly decorated and captioned by Siphe.

Siphe had been in such a crisis that she completely forgot that she had proof that the man whose photo they were showing her was not her father. The two men shared the same name, Mziwethu Ncoko. But they were not the same person. They were not linked.

At that moment, the police entered.

“Who’s car has the registration number GP 15872?” the police asked.

“Mine. Why do you ask?” Samkelo replied.

“We received a call from a ‘Mrs Ncoko’. You are suspected of having kidnapped Miss Siphe Ncoko. She is unavailable on her phone and you are the last person with her last night,” The police stated.

Siphe had completely forgotten to charge her phone.

“But we are more interested in the commotion happening here,” the police continued.

They took statements from everyone and the criminals were arrested. Siphe thanked Sophia for saving her life. She used Sophia’s phone to call back home.

They were happy she was alive but that did not stop them from telling her to board a bus home. The greener pastures were not worth her blood or her life.

The End