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Dear Quett

Good morning, Sir. My name is Kgosi. You wouldn’t remember me but we have met. In fact, we have a picture together. I hold the picture very close to my heart because you are the President under whom I grew up.

When you became President, I was only five. And boy, you were such a parent. We loved you.

Your administration educated me, Sir. I became a man, because I was in your very good hands. You had your mistakes, and some, you have acknowledged. I remember that you once manhandled a journalist.

Editor's Comment
Child protection needs more than prevailing laws

The rise in defilement and missing persons cases, particularly over the recent festive period, points not merely to a failure of policing, but to a profound and widespread societal crisis. Whilst the Police chief’s plea is rightly directed at parents, the root of this emergency runs deeper, demanding a collective response from every corner of our community. Marathe’s observations paint a picture of neglect with children left alone for...

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