I wanted her to stay home with her brothers and me. I did not want her following in the footsteps of her father to Johannesburg, because I feared that, like him, the only way she would return was in a casket. I tried to keep her safe, but safety was always a prison to Nomsa. I spent my life trying to lock her inside, but she said I was locking her outside of the world. So I relented. I allowed her to come to this city to study so long as she promised she would not get involved in anything dangerous, but I should have known she was lying. The only thing a warrior cannot fight is her own fierce
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