“Things kept getting harder and harder at home until I eventually gave in. My mother lived on the streets and she would curse at us every time we tried reaching out. Men forced themselves on her almost every day on the streets yet she wouldn’t come home.” I at that time thought it would be like saving her, I convinced myself that sacrificing her is exactly what she needs to end her miserable life. A weird man helped us with the rituals and a few days after my mother died, we received a lot of money.”
“The least I could do for her was give her a dignified and queenly burial. We are now living a comfortable life, house renovated and extended, hired a nanny for Molahlegi and I am back at school so is my little brother. We have everything we need but guilt still chokes me. My brother is still in jail because his last shoplifting included murder. How I wish I could see my mother one last time and apologize. I sometimes wish I had been the one that sacrificed instead of my mom. I have suicidal thoughts.
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