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W hen my mother was shot, so much happened so quickly. We were only able to piece the whole story<br />
together after the fact, as we collected all the different accounts from everyone who was there. Waiting around<br />
at the hospital that day, we had so many unanswered questions, like, What happened to Isaac? Where was<br />
Isaac? We only found out after we found him and he told us.<br />
When Andrew sped off with my mom, leaving the four-year-old alone on the front lawn, Abel walked over<br />
to his youngest, picked him up, put the boy in his car, and drove away. As they drove, Isaac turned to his dad.<br />
“Dad, why did you kill Mom?” he asked, at that point assuming, as we all did, that my mom was dead.<br />
“Because I’m very unhappy,” Abel replied. “Because I’m very sad.”<br />
“Yeah, but you shouldn’t kill Mom. Where are we going now?”<br />
“I’m going to drop you off at your uncle’s house.”<br />
“And where are you going?”<br />
“I’m going to kill myself.”<br />
“But don’t kill yourself, Dad.”<br />
“No, I’m going to kill myself.”<br />
The uncle Abel was talking about was not a real uncle but a friend. He dropped Isaac off with this friend<br />
and then he drove off. He spent that day and went to everyone, relatives and friends, and said his goodbyes.<br />
He even told people what he had done. “This is what I’ve done. I’ve killed her, and I’m now on the way to kill<br />
myself. Goodbye.” He spent the whole day on this strange farewell tour, until finally one of his cousins called<br />
him out.<br />
“You need to man up,” the cousin said. “This is the coward’s way. You need to turn yourself in. If you<br />
were man enough to do this, you have to be man enough to face the consequences.”<br />
Abel broke down and handed his gun over to the cousin, the cousin drove him to the police station, and<br />
Abel turned himself in.<br />
He spent a couple of weeks in jail, waiting for a bail hearing. We filed a motion opposing bail because he’d<br />
shown that he was a threat. Since Andrew and Isaac were still minors, social workers started getting involved.<br />
We felt like the case was open-and-shut, but then one day, after a month or so, we got a call that he’d made<br />
bail. The great irony was that he got bail because he told the judge that if he was in jail, he couldn’t earn<br />
money to support his kids. But he wasn’t supporting his kids—my mom was supporting the kids.<br />
So Abel was out. The case slowly ground its way through the legal system, and everything went against us.<br />
Because of my mother’s miraculous recovery, the charge was only attempted murder. And because no<br />
domestic violence charges had ever been filed in all the times my mother had called the police to report him,<br />
Abel had no criminal record. He got a good lawyer, who continued to lean on the court about the fact that he<br />
had children at home who needed him. The case never went to trial. Abel pled guilty to attempted murder. He<br />
was given three years’ probation. He didn’t serve a single day in prison. He kept joint custody of his sons. He’s<br />
walking around Johannesburg today, completely free. The last I heard he still lives somewhere around<br />
Highlands North, not too far from my mom.<br />
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The final piece of the story came from my mom, who could only tell us her side after she woke up. She<br />
remembered Abel pulling up and pointing the gun at Andrew. She remembered falling to the ground after<br />
getting shot in the ass. Then Abel came and stood over her and pointed his gun at her head. She looked up and<br />
looked at him straight down the barrel of the gun. Then she started to pray, and that’s when the gun misfired.<br />
Then it misfired again. Then it misfired again, and again. She jumped up, shoved him away, and ran for the<br />
car. Andrew leapt in beside her and she turned the ignition and then her memory went blank.<br />
To this day, nobody can explain what happened. Even the police didn’t understand. Because it wasn’t like