Edgar�s parents claim ignorance of his whereabouts

It is midday. The stone rugged streets of Ramotswa, which sits just across the border from South Africa ,are quite. Once every few second a vehicle lazily rolls by. We are looking for the Tsimane homestead and someone happily directs us to the roadside home. Two voices are coming from the smaller of the two houses in the yard. They are the voices of Edgar’s mother and older sister.

We knock. The sister opens the door, and in typical Setswana fashion welcomes us by offering us chairs. We introduce ourselves and the sister makes it clear she is not too happy to see us. However she agrees to call her parents. Edgar’s mother walks in just then. We greet her and she offers in typical Setswana culture, “Rona ga rea tsoga” meaning “we are not well”. She sighs and covers he face with her hand and looks down. She recovers composure and explains,