I was around four (4) years old when she left. Since then life had never been easy and there is no night nor day I can mention to be the best as I always stare towards the gate hoping that I will one day see her carrying her bags coming back home.

My mother is said to have been very proud of me. Well, I don’t know much about her as I do not even have her picture in mind for I was very young when she left me. She went out seeking a job meanwhile someone else clever than her came to complete his mission. A few days after being discovered to be missing, she came to his younger brother (my uncle)through a dream and said “brother I’ve been barbarously slaughtered like a goat”, that’s when my family started to worry and began the search.

After few days of the very same year 2001, it was the most dejecting year of our lives when the family discovered that four of their members were murdered hard-headedly by David Simelane, my mother with her two sisters and a child.

Maybe I wouldn’t have had much of a problem if he (David) did not boastfully describe the inclement killing of my mother. He is said to have explained it as the best one as he told my grandmother that your daughter was very stubborn which is why I slaughtered her like a goat. David Simelane had all the time he needed in doing his job, he promised them jobs and took them one by one. The one who had a child was David’s girlfriend and when taken to indicate the clothes that’s when he made a mockery of how he killed the people. He told my family that he threw the baby up in the air and held his knife so that the baby could pin it in the knife.

There isn’t any pain I can feel right now that can exceed the loss of my four family members. I am an orphan right now, I’m motherless just because my mother was used as a sacrifice to a certain god for personal benefits yet we eat dust on the other side.

God has taken too long to reply to my pleas

I have decided not to rest until I find justice for my mother who squealed helplessly in the bushes. Although I might not have enough power to reprisal for my mother’s death I promise to do whatever it takes to find my mother peace. I do not care whether one is said to be king or god but I will make sure I die doing what I think it’s the right thing to do.

The spirit of my mother is wondering around and no one cares about it. It is as if a cat was killed!. The sweet-sour life some people claim to be living will never find peace. The reason why I have so much hatred towards the government of Eswatini will never be explained. Instead of trying to bluff us, they made a mockery of us through the so-called Times of Eswatini in 2015.

I am very disconsolate with my mother’s death and I’m so sad that there isn’t any way I can reveal my anger. Growing up seeing people who caused you to pain smiling each and every day as if everything is okay, that’s what tears my heart apart. It has been so long since I’ve been oppressed but now, when it calls for me to die, then well I must.

The one thing I do wish our government could do is just letting me see David Simelane that’s all, just to see him eye to eye. I so wish to know how he feels about all this, killing 43 people in a small country like this, and pretend as if nothing happened.

I sometimes try to comfort myself that one day my mother will come back.