“And?” My mother ask anxiously the minute I take a seat.

I lift up my head and smile “They’ve found him Ma, Thingo can finally come back home, to me.”

“Oh Nkosi yam siyabonga (God we thank you) When will Thingo come back home?”

I shrug, “That will prove to be difficult because Thami is well connected.”

“Uzobuya (He’ll come back) let’s just have hope no one is above the law.”

I sigh as I lie back on the chair, picturing Thingo back here playing, making loud noise that used to annoy me but now I would do anything hear him make noise. When I open my eyes I am engulfed with sadness but this time I choose to ignore it, cause this time I am not backing up with a fight..