Summary Of When She Went Away By Elie Wiesel

If I didn't know any better,
I'd say she'd used muti on you.

- Everything she says, goes.
- That's not true.

If you were with Smangele, you wouldn't be missing church!

So why now?
Dad's unveiling ceremony.

- He died a long time ago.
- I couldn't afford it.

- And now you have the money?
- Yes.

My sister and her son are our sacrificial lambs.

- We did what we had to do.
- By sending my sister to a madhouse?

Calm down. It'll be fine.

This woman is adamant about one thing.
She says Mxolisi is the murderer.

Mondli...

something tells me that...

something's wrong here.

That woman came here...

wanting to know what happened to her son.
We showed her the evidence...

she agreed that he was guilty and then later said the t-shirt was Mxolisi's.
- That's what we want to do.

We'll keep her here so we can assess her...

and start administering treatment.

Please do everything you can...

- to help her.
- We'll do everything we can.

- Can I go in and see her?
- I'm sorry. We've just given her sedatives.

Even if you went in, she wouldn't remember you were there.

Maybe you could come back tomorrow.

- Thank you.
- It's my pleasure.

We must've been at the wrong grave.

- That's the only explanation.
- No, Smangele.

It wasn't the wrong one.
I'm sure that's where I buried dad.

I was also there.

Yes, but you were a baby and you were crying.

So maybe you've forgotten.

We both know that I don't like going to graveyards.

You see? Here's the photo.

Do you remember this?

Look here.

See? That's dad's grave.

This is the tree I was talking about.

I'm not sure, Zweli.
There was no tree there.

Yes, it was cut down.

But I'm sure that's where dad's buried.

Smangele, what do we do now?
This is going to drive me crazy.

I don't know. Maybe we should call the police.

- Hallelujah, Beloved Ones!
- Amen!

We praise a merciful God.

We must only praise one God.

- Hallelujah!
- Amen!

In the book of Deuteronomy 15...

verse
Please take me home with you.

Yaya...

It was great to see you in church.

- Does that mean you're ready to fight for the church?
- What am I fighting for?

Ayanda, you can't just give up like that.

I'm going back to my old job.
I'll have money to help out in the house.

- But we've manged so far.
- Well, I've made my decision.

Oh. Fine, Ayanda.

Go ahead.
I'll carry on fighting for your legacy.

- While you're busy in the clubs.
- But this was never my legacy.

- It was always yours and dad's.
- Everything you have is because of that church!

Like what?

What do I have to show for all these months in the church?

Besides judgement and expulsion.

Yaya, don't be too hard on yourself.

I'm tired of living in dad's shadow.

Okay. So you think
DJ Ayanda is a more suitable name?

I don't know.

But at least it's my name.

It's not Mdletshe or Xulu. It's my name, Ma.

Maybe this is all my fault.

For the first time in my life...

I want to do something that makes me happy.
Not you or the church.

Please accept that.

In your heart, you know that there's nothing wrong with me?

I'm not crazy, Lindiwe.

You know I'm not crazy, right?

Right?

You know, I'm only asking for one thing.

I want to get my son out of