Chapters (103)
- Cover
- ALSO BY BIANCA MARAIS
- Dedication
- Map
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
- CHAPTER SIXTY
- CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
- CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER EIGHTY
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIX
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE
- CHAPTER NINETY
- CHAPTER NINETY-ONE
- CHAPTER NINETY-TWO
- CHAPTER NINETY-THREE
- CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- GLOSSARY OF TERMS
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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Zodwa thanks her for the information and tries to keep moving, but the woman stands in her way.
“There are others who have the killing disease,” she continues. “More and more every day. If we let them stay here, it will spread to all of us. What we need are more fires. That will teach them.”
“Yes,” Zodwa agrees so the woman will let her go.
When she gets back, she’s made up her mind to ask Mama Beauty what she meant about losing a baby, but finds her on her haunches in their shack with her back to Zodwa. Leleti is rolled over, one arm flung out to the side.
Zodwa drops the bucket. The water splashes out, pooling into the dirt. “Mama?”
There is no reply from Leleti but Mama Beauty stands and turns to Zodwa. “My child,” she says with trembling lips as she takes Zodwa’s hand. “My child, I am so sorry.” Her eyes are filled with tears.
Zodwa forces herself to pull her hand free as she takes one step forward and then another until she sees what her mother’s friend is seeing. Leleti lies with her eyes wide open and foam crusted at her lips.
Zodwa drops to her knees, the moment so surreal that it feels as though she’s hovering just below the shack’s roof looking down on herself. What she sees is a selfish girl whose unnatural appetites have brought great suffering upon them, a daughter who made her mother’s last months on this earth bitter with disappointment.
She wants more than anything to retrace her steps out of the shack and then to keep retracing them so they take her back to her grandmother’s hut in KwaZulu, back to an idyllic childhood before brothers went missing and mothers contracted tuberculosis, and girls were correctively raped to cure them of their love of other girls.
She wants to go back to a time when her future was promising, a time before babies were born and then disappeared into the night, before being eighteen years old made her feel ancient with all the weariness she is weighted with.
Oh, Mama. Mama, no.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Delilah
14 May 1994
Johannesburg General Hospital, Johannesburg, South Africa
I had just stepped into the ICU waiting room when I saw him. Father Thomas was sitting in the corner reading his Bible, but he looked up as though he sensed my presence. I was frozen in the doorway when he caught sight of me.