Life, Above All Page #4

You saved my life.

If you hadn't taken me in, I'd be dead.

Please.

Mr. Kamwendo.

I'm Chanda.

Look at you.

Last time I saw you, you were so high.

How you've grown.

I'm sorry to hear

about your stepfather.

- You came to see your grandmother?

- No.

I came to see Mama.

I called last week.

I asked you to leave a message.

- Is something wrong?

- No, child.

But she's not here.

I passed your message on,

but your Aunt Lizbet said...

...your mother had left.

- I don't understand.

- Your grandma came...

...and left a message for Mrs. Tafa.

- Didn't you get it?

- No.

Your grandmother

lives over that way.

It's shorter

if you cut through the fields.

Thank you.

Hello?

It's Chanda.

What are you doing here?

- I came to see Mama.

- She left.

I called last week.

Mr. Kamwendo told me she left.

She didn't come home.

Where is she?

In Polokwane, with friends.

Their car broke down.

She'll be back when it's fixed.

Maybe a week.

How'd you find out? Did she call?

Are you calling me a liar?

Get in here!

- Where's Mama?

- Go home, she'll be back soon.

I don't believe you.

I'm going to the police!

You're trouble. Like your mother.

She defied God,

she dishonored her family...

...and now the ancestors

have disowned her.

- Is she dead?

- She has the disease.

Divine punishment.

It's no more punishment

than your club foot.

What sin did you commit?

- It's God's wrath!

- What do you know?

Lizbet!

Enough.

That's enough.

She has the disease.

We kept her for a while.

But she's very sick.

We hid her where the illness

won't harm the family.

She's always shamed the family,

even in death.

Where is she?

Mama!

Mama!

Mama!

Don't worry, Mama.

I'm with you.

I'm with you.

Chanda.

I'm lost.

Don't worry. I've come to get you.

We're going home.

Mrs. Tafa.

How are you today?

Easy does it.

Thank you.

You're bringing us trouble.

You're bringing us trouble.

It's her fault.

The curse is that slut's fault!

You're bringing trouble to us all!

Welcome back.

I don't know what you're doing here.

I've come to greet my friend Lillian.

You have a problem with that?

I know what goes on

behind your doors.

This is the best family here.

If any of you disagree,

I'd be happy to share your secrets.

Lillian needs your prayers.

Will you pray for her?

We'll pray for her.

We're glad you're back.

It's true.

May I see your mother?

Forgive me.

Your mother and I

wanted to protect you from shame.

- I know.

- No.

You don't know.

I only thought of myself.

Letting her die like that.

People know we're friends.

When the ambulance arrived...

...I went and hid.

I prayed.

I prayed.

But it was for my son.

Why is that?

My son wasn't killed in a robbery.

He was so afraid

people wouldn't love him anymore.

That's just crazy.

You think so?

I dishonored his death with a lie.

What a daughter you have.

What a daughter.

The gates are opening

The gates are opening

We come from suffering

And we confessed our sins

And they repented

The gates of heaven are open

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