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Good day,

 

I write this with a heavy heart. I cannot bring myself to cry because I lived in tears since 22 April 2017, when my 2 beautiful boys were buried.

 

17&18 April 2017 I will not  forget. 

 

It was on the 17th April 2017 around 12pm when my kids(2boys) and my 2 brothers left my mother's house to Pretoria where my kids were schooling and I was working. We were supposed to drop my brother in Sasolburg a small town outside Jo'burg where he stayed.

 

We had a beautiful peaceful journey, we stopped at a small town called Reitz to buy snacks, while we were there my kids asked me to buy a toy. I refused, he begged me until I agree. Little did I know that will be the last toy I ever buy for my 7yrs old Lethabo. 

 

We continued with our journey for about 1hour 15 minutes where we got to another small town call Heilbron, we debated if we must stop until those who were saying let's not stop, won. 10kms from Heilbron we came across potholes which I managed to dodge until the last one when I lost control of the car, it rolled twice until it hit the tree on my and my 14 year old son's side. He died on the spot, I lost conscious until later in the hospital when I woke up asking people where are my kids. I noticed that my right hand is severely injured but all I wanted was my kids. 

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An aunt who had rushed to the accident scene approached my bed without looking me in the face she said Lesedi died, he died on the accident scene.

 

 

 

Author - Madi Mokoena

Lethabo & Lesedi

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