Tears in my Hands is a hypnotic, gripping and rousing narration that compels one to stay-up-all night. It provides a vivid picture with emotions that you can almost touch.
It is a story that many South Africans in rural areas can identify with, a story of loss, courage, survival, forbidden love, and perseverance in the face of a ruthless system and poverty. Sechaba’s journey is of trial and tribulations.
Determined to become a man his family never had, he became a true confirmation of the biblical verse that “If you walk through the valley of the shadow of death, you will fear no evil, for you are with God; His rod and staff will comfort you”. He walked day and night to the unknown with only hope tucked tight in his tattered trousers.
A son of an absent father, Sechaba’s world was immersed with pain and a burden too heavy to carry. His destination unveiled happiness, love, disappointments. Frida, his master’s wife used his socially constituted naivety to gain heirs that her husband could not provide.
The identity of twins conceived, though clear as light of day, shall never get to be revealed to him. He walked away with tears cupped in his hands. The tears that turned into joy after the unrelenting pain have ceased. A token that his family shall never be a laughing stock of the unkind community ever again.
