The Forgiven Page #13
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around her middle
for decency.
It didn't cover much.
I made her kneel.
I had the Makarov
with the silencer on.
I put it
to the back of her skull
and then I blew
the top of her head off.
Switch it off!
Switch it off!
We will resume in ten minutes.
While we waited
for the bodies to burn,
we opened...
we opened some beers
and we had...
someone said, let's...
we had a braai...
Those two young people,
those children
had just been murdered
and you people,
had a braai,
a barbecue?
Yes.
So help me God, I...
Was my baby an enemy
to the state?
In what way?
I know nothing can bring
your daughter back.
I want to.
God above as my witness,
Mrs. Morobe.
I want nothing more than that.
I deserve to be punished.
I've lost my right to live
but I can't unmake
what's happened
even if I wish it so.
And...
I can't ask you to forget
and I...
I can't ask you to forgive me.
I just can't...
I can't...
I can't forgive myself.
All I can say is, um...
I'm so...
I'm so...
very, very sorry
for what I've done.
Stand up, Mr. Coetzee.
You robbed me of the most
beautiful thing in my life
and you left me as dead
as the two children.
You personally
did not kill my child
but you never
found it in your heart
to protect her.
A teenage girl at your mercy
but you never even tried.
What a small man you are.
Look at me, Mr. Coetzee.
When I hear you speak
of my child's death,
my heart cries out to kill you.
A mother's heart
cries out for that!
Yes...
I want to kill you
like she was killed.
See what you have done!
But I do not want
my daughter's death
to be made dirty with revenge
and death
because she was beautiful,
too beautiful for ugliness
to be her memory.
Mr. Coetzee,
my child...
looks down on us now.
I can feel it.
And she offers us a chance
to start again.
For you...
to make amends,
to be a big man,
and for me... and for me
to live again,
and for her sake,
I will do this.
Hansi Coetzee,
let her see us
make a clean slate for her sake.
Benjamin.
Good to meet you.
Do you know why you're here?
Something about the Blomfeld?
Yes, something about
the Blomfeld.
Governor?
Hello, Benjamin.
Yes, sir.
How are you?
I'm good, sir.
Don't worry.
The department will transfer you
out of this prison
but before that,
I'm going to read you
the last will and testament
of Piet Blomfeld.
"All I have
are a few bits of junk,
except for my copy of the poem
'Paradise Lost...'"
Which is to be given
to Benjamin Mboweni.
There is a little money of mine
in the Witwatersrand Bank.
That money
I leave to you, Benjamin,
for your use.
Understand, Benjamin,
it is not an apology
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