I have nothing to write today but heartache. Natasha is teaching at Orego Primary School, and saw a little boy with a burn on his back. She asked me what I thought it was, and of course I had no idea but of course I made something up so I looked well verse in Namibian culture. I don’t think she believed me. She’s pretty smart.
I asked around. It was a brand mark. Some pimps brand their children so that if they’re found unconscious during or after a job and someone finds them on the streets they know who gets the money and the boy.
I’ve cried all the tears I have.
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