Recently there has been a noticeable increase in the number of people who disappear. Not just in our area, but country wide. The trend is that usually their bodies get found – through clues or the confession of the murderer. The guilty usually get found and charged.
I could not help but think back on Monique Barnard who disappeared last year on 7 April, never to be seen again. That, despite many people who came forward with clues. There were so many things that just did not make sense. Most people believed she had just run away and was somewhere in the city. That she was a rebel child who ran away, seeking attention. But the more that time passed by the less likely it was that she would be found alive. Her mother heart and nerves were in tatters.
I can remember exactly where I was that Friday morning when I received the news that a body had been found in a storm water drain. More than a month after Monique had disappeared. Naturally the body was in an advanced state of decomposition. Her mother knew it was her – apart from a few features that her mother needed to identify, a mother simply knows such things. The DNA tests only confirmed that is was indeed Monique in July.
Now the police and private investigators are waiting for cell phone records. Since October 2016. I can’t help but ask if it is actually possible that it can take nine months to get such records and make them available? All the while there is a guilty party walking around and carrying on with his life and a mother who has lost her child and is battling to carry on with her life. Why does it take so long? Already so many precious hours, days and months have passed giving the guilty party plenty of opportunity to cover up his deeds and destroy evidence.
Every time I read of the arrest of someone for kidnapping or murder, I think of that mother.
It is already unthinkably heart-breaking to lose a child – how terrible it must be not to know who killed your child?
We hope for clarity in Monique’s case soon.
Carre-Lee Armstrong’s experience as a zombie in an international film, made my week. An experience that doesn’t cross the path of every girl. Read about her month as a zombie on the back page.
It is official – the longest night of the was the night of 20 June and 21 June was the shortest day – spring is almost in the air!
Till next week