was smiling as though theyâd just made love. Then I saw him on the streetâÂstill smiling. He should be flogged at the kgotla. â
âGo home,â a young woman said. âGo and sleep it off.â She pushed him, and he staggered against the wall and fell to the floor.
Witness pushed himself to his knees and screamed, âHeâs the Devil! You are all evil!â
Two of his friends lifted him to his feet, dragged him to his car, and threw him on the backseat. One friend drove Witnessâs car home; another followed. When they reached the house, they lifted Witness, found his keys, and dropped him on the sofa in his living room.
âHeâll be okay,â the one said.
âHeâs not going to feel good when he wakes up,â said the other. âI hope Tombi doesnât come home and find him like this.â
I T WAS SIX IN the morning when Witness woke up. It took him a few minutes to work out where he was. He was shivering from the cold, so typical of Gaborone nights at that time of year, and felt awful all over. A furry substance lined his mouth, and his head pulsed out a monotonous rhythm of pain. Surprisingly, he was not nauseous.
After several cups of strong tea and a Âcouple of thick slices of bread, he showered, changed, and set off for church. He wanted to be early so he could ask the pastor to say a special prayer for Tombi.
As he waited, he was approached by a man he recognized but didnât know.
âRra Maleng? Iâm Tumiso Mikopi. I live near the Motswedi school. I was in Molepolole yesterday and only heard about your daughter this morning. Iâm very sorry to hear that sheâs missing. You must be very worried.â
Witness nodded and shook the extended hand.
âRra Maleng, I know Tombi, because she sometimes plays with my daughter, Alice. When I was driving home from work on Friday, I saw her walkingâÂâ
âWhere was she?â Witness was almost shouting. âWhere did you see her?â
âShe was on the road next to the playing fields.â
âDid she look okay? Was everything normal?â
âShe looked happyâÂas though she was dancing.â
âDid you see anything else?â
âWell, I parked my car and got my briefcase from the trunk. I looked up the road, but she wasnât there. I thought she mustâve gone into one of the houses. But I did notice a white car along the road going away from the school. It was too far away to see what type it was, and Iâve no idea if Tombi was in it. I didnât give it any thought. Then I packed a suitcase and drove to Molepolole to see my sister. Only got back late last night.â
âCould you see the driver? Surely you could tell the make of the car?â
Mikopi shook his head. âIt was too far. I couldnât see it very well. I didnât recognize it. They all look much the same these days. A few seconds later, and I wouldnât have seen it at all.â
âCan you remember what time it was?â
âIt must have been around half past five. Thatâs usually when I get home.â
âAnd Tombi looked fine?â
âYes. She was skipping along the road.â
W ITNESS WAS VERY RESTLESS during the serÂvice. He wanted to race to the police station and give them this new information. He sat near the back and gazed at the dirty stained-Âglass window behind the altar. As the serÂvice dragged on, he fidgeted, wishing for it to end. Normally he enjoyed the hymns, but today there seemed to be more than usual. Not one. Not two. But four! And each with more verses than he remembered. He didnât hear the resonant basses and soaring sopranos. His mind was elsewhere, thinking back on the good times he and Tombi had enjoyed, and the things heâd said that he wished he could take back.
Even though he was anxious to leave, he tried to pay attention and draw comfort from the sermon. Witness