Well we got transfer news yesterday and I'm outa here next stop Puthajigaba (not sure if that the spelling but its pronounced pu-ta-ji-jabba) Its way up north near Lesotho where it snows. I didnt think I would need any snow gear in Africa but I guess I was wrong, dont bother sending any though I'm sure by the time it gets here itll be to late apparently its relentlessly hot in the summer which is just around the corner for us. Good byes have been sad and I have about a billion pictures but I dont have time to load them all so it will have to wait.
I did load one though this is a picture of one of the most beautiful people I've ever met, her name is Nsikilalo, or Princess if you can't pronounce that. I have to tell you about her. As you can see she is in a wheel chair. She only has one leg the other one is just some wire and cloth she stuffs in the pant leg. she wasn't born that way. To hear her tell her story is indescribable. She would tell it to you if she could she wants to be an example to the world.
When she was about 13 in 1996 which was not a great time to live in the rural area's of South Africa. There was a lot of political unrest the two parties the IFP and the ANC where more like gangs than anything else and debates and demonstrations often ended in violence. Nsiki and her family sat in there house one night waiting out a local riot. They could hear the gun shots in the distance. Then there was a knock at the door. Nsiki's mom sent her to open in the door. In came a man. He asked for food. Nsiki was told to make him something to eat. They sat there until the man was done. Then he turned to to Nsiki and asked her "Do you like plays?" The truth was Nsiki did, she loved them she wanted to perform on stage at school. The man asked her if he could teach her a new play. It was late and she refused, she told him he could come back tomorrow. He insisted and told her it was a short one. So she agreed. "This play is about a man and his wife" he said "This wife doesnt like her husband because he is always drinking. So she kicked him out of the house." They began to act out the "play" He would say a line then he would tell her what to say. They went back and forth for a little bit and then he told her to say "If you wont leave than just shoot me" and he pulled out a gun. Nsiki became very frightened She asked him to put it away. He told her it wasn't loaded and not to worry just say the line. So she said it, he raised the gun aimed at her heart and pulled the trigger.
The next few hours she was in and out a consciousness bright lights, pain, darkness, pain. Her family called the ambulance so they wouldn't come, it was too dangerous. Then weeks later she woke up, she doesn't know how she got there. She trys to sit up, she can't. Her body wont move, she's paralyzed. That was the first day of nine years she would spend in the hospital. Her mother came to visit only once in those nine years, to disown her. she worked through pain and suffering and loneliness, she lost one of her legs due to the poisoning from the bullet and the other one is not far from going. after nine years she was able to gain control from the waist up. The hospital gave her a house and a grant, and then her family showed up, she was no longer useless to them. she married a man she knew from before the accident but he left her because she couldn't have children. She fell into a deep depression she had a child with a young man. The child's name is giftee as soon as I saw him I could tell he had downs syndrome but I don't think she knows that.
When I met her she was bitter, addicted to drinking and smoking and willing to make any day her last.
I wish I could explain every detail but I'm out of time. She no longer that women today, she knows her worth she knows who she is. She's turned her life around and she wants to be an example and leader in her community. I cant wait to tell you more about her, hers was my saddest goodbye.
I love you all, I'm happy and healthy and I cant wait to start a new adventure!
Elder Scott Milton Brazee
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