The other day we left our teacher's meeting at St. Paul. One of our teachers, Lungile couldn't find her son. She went throughout the carepoint, and then took other teachers throughout the community. They visited homesteads, and his little friends thinking perhaps he'd left with one of them. Finally a teenager came forward and told her he'd been picked up by the police and taken home.
so the next day I'd asked her about it.
She said he'd wandered out of the carepoint because he wanted her. He was trying to walk to St. Paul's to find her when the police picked him up. He said, "I want my mom" but had neglected to tell them she was just around the corner at the church. So the police took him to the store, bought him some food items and then took him all the way to his homestead, about 15 KM away. She said she walked into their house frantic, and he stood there all smiles.
"Look momma I have food for us!" He was the little man of the house.
So sweet. It's also nice to hear a good story about the police here.
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That's pretty impressive for Swazi policemen!!:-)
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