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The road to KwaZulu stretched ahead of them in long, endless strips of gravel and tar, the morning sun glinting against the windshield as Siphosenkosi kept his hands firmly on steering wheel . He looked exhausted ,his eyes red from a night spent fighting sleep, thoughts, and fear all at once. Anyone who glanced at him could easily see that he had not rested; his heart had not allowed him to.