DAY -11 What happened
There is only one person alive who really knows what happened. And perhaps even he doesn't remember it all. It's one of the hardest things to come to terms with, not knowing what happened.There are newspaper articles from the 17th and 18th of October and a letter to the paper which give you some idea of what happened.
My father can tell you that he, along with a neighbour, found the body. But not what happened. The police have told us what Zola Mdyogolo confessed to, but also that he was drunk at the time. Others have theories, rumours abound.
We know that he is charged with rape, murder and aggravated robbery. The court case will probably explain a little more. But ultimately we will never know what really happened. Or why.
I took these pictures of my mother and the dogs by the Chintsa River in January 2005 when she turned 70, within a few metres of where she was murdered 9 months later.
posted by Sion at 9:40 PM
1 Comments:
Dear Sion - Thank you for so carefully building this website. As I have read from the first posting through to this, I have been gently and intelligently lead to a place from where I can acknowledge this tragedy. Offering those of us on the "outside" this opportunity to move closer is a great honour to the life of your mother. Somewhere, very deep in my heart and from a place hard to keep in focus, I know that we all (we humans, I mean) are connected to one another. So much in the way lives are lived, works against our being able to understand this - or explore what it means. Your elegant, deliberate sharing connects me. Linking me -- and all the others who read what you set out for us -- with you, the memory of your mother, the reality of the murderer is a contradiction to the unimagineable disconnection that came to a crisis in this tragedy. I will/can do nothing else, but I can (now)know.
10:38 AM
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