The whole country was eager to know, his trial
became the most-talked about and invited the undivided attention of a high-ranking minister with a tottering
reputation to affix.
Seven years later a student from the buzzing streets of Inanda Township, Khethelo Thabethe, is desperate to build
her profile in the Psychology industry. Luckily the House Of Hope & Recovery has been looking for volunteers, she
travels to Isithebe Industrial Estate to help victims of trauma deal with their nightmares and rebuild themselves.
Among them is the once-condemned psychopathic killer who killed his own father and buried him, for the first time
in her life Khethelo has doubts about the career path she’s chosen. He’s wearing a black hoodie that’s pulled over
his forehead, there’s a scar peeking from the bottom of his left cheek. He’s intimidating, not only because he’s too
dark with his nightmarish brown eyes, but he looks indubitably ill-natured as well. What is it going to take for him to tell his side of the story? Can she break down the walls around him?
He’s unsociable and not vocally skilled in expressing himself. But maybe there’s another way…a letter.
Dear Khethelo; The psychopathic killer pens down his life for the first time in 27 years.
“Homosexuality,” “Asperger’s Disorder,” When a tribal father, Gobimpisi Mbonambi, heard these words for the first time in his house they were foreign to
him, so he rejected anything and everything that came with them. As the leader and headman of KwaShayinja
warriors, his sons were a reflection of his leadership. Why did his first son, Nzululwazi, brutally murdered him and
buried his body next to the fresh grave of his little brother?