This weekend, I went on a road trip with Granny's family to find Granny's oldest daughter, who had been kidnapped when she was seven. We drove through the night to KwaZulu-Natal, slept for a few hours, then followed a couple of helpful policemen on a two-hour drive through the hills and mountains to the home where Dumazile grew up.
We were surrounded by amazing scenery as we drove through the hills

Annah and Granny walking up the hillside to Dumazile's mother's house

The front of the house

Lungile looking out the doorway at the valley and hills beyond
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