Africa's Lost Children - Part One - Exodus
Mozambique - October 1976
In the half light two men lay in wait. Parked in a dusty dark green sedan, they were almost conspicuous for being so well camouflaged.
Ash ate it's way along a cigarette, following the glowing line that preceded it.
"I hate it when you smoke in the car, Jannie," the older of the two men a large man in a tight shirt and jacket stretched.
"She's been gone for hours."
"She will be back".
The two men sat and smoked in the fast approaching darkness.
Eventually a small red car pulled up. 5 children and a tall slender blond woman got out of the car. The children were still full of energy after having spent the afternoon at the beach.
She opened the gate and the children ran ahead of her towards the front door which was at the very front of the house. A wide Stoep extended the length of the house and around on all sides.
As she stepped onto the Stoep - the front door opened.
"Martha!, Thank God!, I thought the children would be tired out by this afternoon's trip, but as you can see they are driving me crazy!"
She smiled, light green eyes glowing with mischief.
Martha smiled and "Come Children, it's time for your tea." "If you behave yourselves you can have a small spoon of ice-cream...."
"Thank you," she breathed and stepped into her study which was at the front of the house to the left as you walked in. This room used to be the Master Bedroom, but she preferred to sleep at the back of the house.
She walked towards the large dark wood dining room table that she used as her desk. Fingers brushing the latest correspondence and news, she idly tapped a key on her typewriter and sat down. Her eyes alighted on a small package that wa