A happy end

How Mma Ramotswe knew who was the kidnapper

After the police had finished interviewing the suspects, Mma Ramotswe, working in collaboration with them, studied all the details of the recordings. She told me that one testimony was not trustworthy and she wanted to think a little about it. Of course, she didn’t explain me anything and a beautiful Friday morning, she appeared with my son in Katsana Scool. I couldn’t believe it! My son was with me again! I could hold Thobiso in my arms again! Afterwards, we were to look for Grace and when she saw him she was incredibly happy.

Two days later, when all the family was more calmed, Mma Ramotswe came to my house and she explained me who the kidnapper was and where he was found. The witchdoctor’s testimony didn’t sound reliable and she started to look for any evidence that could incriminate him. She never told me how she know it, but my son was about to be sacrificed in order to get muti, a specific medicine made of child’s bones.

How she knew it would be her professional secret but what I know is my son is with the family again and he is now safe and sound. Thank you very much, Mma Ramotswe. Molai family will never forget this.


Since Thobiso has come back home, it is the greatest day of our lives!

Mma Ramotswe has found Thobiso

The suspect

Thobiso’s skill in drawing

One day at school, Thobiso was asked to do draw a picture of his family. He has always been particularly skillful at drawing. Even, he has won some first prizes in several children drawing contests in Katsana.

Moreover, while he is wandering through the fields he always takes a notebook with him to draw. He loves drawing insects, birds, lions, hyenas… but his favourite animal is the cheetah. Below, on the left, you can see one of the drawings he made when he was only six. On the right, you have the last one from just two weeks ago. In my opinion they are incredible, aren’t they?

Thobiso’s favourite tale

‘My poor son. How I miss you! I hope you to come back home again soon’, whispered the teacher of Katsana as he closed the door of Thobiso’s bedroom. Then he remembered what happened the night before the kidnapping:

- ‘Daddy, tell me a tale’.

Ernest sat at the bedside and started telling a new story: ‘Once upon a time there were three little …’

- ‘No, daddy. I want you to tell me the tale of the magical song’, begged the young boy.

- Again, Thob?

- ‘Yes, daddy, again. Please, please!’

Ernest took the storybook and opened it by the page of Thobiso’s favourite tale.

- ‘Ok. Let’s see… Once upon a time there was a great king who had many cattle. He loved his cattle so much that he called one of his sons to look after them. Every morning the boy took the cattle to the valley and at night he drove them back again at home.

One day while the boy was watching the cattle…’

- ‘A fairy appeared,’ continued Thobiso.

- ‘Exactly, the fairy appeared and pointed to a large stone. Have you ever seen a stone like this one, Thobiso?’ asked Ernest as he pointed to the drawing of the stone in the storybook.

- ‘No, daddy. This stone is magical… like the song!’

- Yes. The fairy also taught the boy a magical song. After that, she delivered the stone to the boy and said: If you keep this stone nobody will be able to hurt you, but if you lose it, your cattle will be stolen. Besides, when you sing the song your cattle will follow you.

Unfortunately, one day the boy fell asleep and his father’s cattle were stolen. When the boy woke up, he realized what happened and he started singing the magical song desperately. However, the animals did not come back. The boy began to wander through the fields crying. Then the fairy appeared and told him: I already know that your father’s cattle were stolen. Don’t worry, because I also know the man who has the cattle now. He lives behind that mountain. If you are wise you will be able to get the cattle back.

- But the boy was very wise. Wasn’t he, daddy?

- Yes, he was. He visited the man and become his worker. Every morning the boy took the cattle to the valley and then sang the magical song to drive them back at home. He worked for some years until something happened. That man harvested a bumper crop. Never before had he had such an abundant supply of food. This is why he decided to have a feast.

Then the boy had a brilliant idea. He had a special knowledge about plants and herbs as he was used to watching what his cattle ate. First, he collected a large amount of herb that makes people sleep, and then he mixed it into the wine barrels. When the feast was over, all the guests fell asleep. The boy began to sing the magical song and the cattle followed him as far as his father’s house. At last he had the cattle again and they all lived happily ever after.

THE END

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