I remember another story about a car called “Black Cat”. It came from Vryheid and it was very dangerous. We, the mothers, were very scared. That car wanted to take away our children and use them for muthi.

One day I went to fetch my daughter, Zandile, from school. I met my boys and I told them to go home because the Black Cat was near. They said they did not know where Zandile was.

I looked all over but I could not see my daughter. Then I saw some children and asked them, “Did you see Zandile?” Someone called us and said, “Look, Mama, Zandile is in the classroom.” We looked and there she was.

She said, “I am sitting here because I have to finish my English homework.” I said, “Aaai, I am thanking the Lord because I have found you.”

We have a joke at home. Dumisani, the brother of Zandile, asked her why she stayed at school. She said, “I don’t want to be like you. You don’t understand English.”