Lesedi

Lesedi

It was before I was born.My mother worked as a maid in a beauty house near the shores of Cape Town.

The house was like a palace and my mother enjoyed working there. She did since she was a child. She knew all the corners, hideouts secrets of those walls.

When she had time, she played in the gardens.

For what I know, my mother was an extremely obedient woman. She always did what

she was told to do.

At least is what those who knew her told me.

I didn't knew my mother. Or know who is my father. But there's a word witch will follow me for eternity.

Dirty blood.

And to show to anyone what i was, they used a hot iron on me মলিন রক্ত.

I do remember the pain, the burn in my back.

I see it everyday in the mirror.

When I was just a kid, the others didn't wanted to play with me. At school I was alone. I didn't understand the why...

One day I asked about my mother and my father to my family. No one answered me. Or the answer was silence. Deep and sad silence.But I didn't surrender. I asked again and again, until the answer came to me.They starred throwing stones at me. All of them and in the middle of the multitude there was my family. All yelling at me "Dirty blood!"

I was left there in the ground to die.

I don't know, why, yet. But Huminu saved me.

He was an older man, a wise one and a sorcerer. By his knowledge about the power of the weeds and flowers healed my wounds and took care of me.

He taught me about the world of the spirits. He told me about my mother.

The both sides of the coin.

Now I do understand the reason of my nickname, or the hot iron on my back.

But it didn't let me go down. It gave me more strength to move on forward.

I knew about the new recruitments from the police. But for that I had to join the army and so I did.

Things were changing here. So took the chance and joined the force.

I fought to be where I am now. And in a men worlds it's even harder. To many times I thought in quit from the training.

For two years I had to serve in the army, to make come true my dream.

When that torment was ended, it came another one. After I joined the force, the South Africa Police Service, only because I am a woman, I had to work as administrative, for some time in Pretoria, I knew I was more needed in other stuffs.

So by the help of a great friend I battled for the position I have now.

It wasn't easy, but now I am detective from the SAPS in the CID - Crime Combating and Investigation Division. I belong to a small division only 4 people and the only woman from that group. But perhaps the one who really try to find out things.

It wasn't an easy path. Had to fight.

And I did it.

For one who isn't black and for one who isn't white. The path turns darker than for one who knows what it is.