Jane’s POV
I drove past the City Hall in Bulawayo and admired the traditional artifacts being sold there. I stopped my car and walked to a woman who was selling a sculpture of King Lobengula holding his spear. In admiration, I took the sculpture from the stand and looked at it. It was spectacular, but I had no money to buy it even if I wanted to, so I put it back on the stand. After that, I drove straight to the Bulawayo Gallery, where I planned to sit peacefully without being disturbed while thinking about how to get my son back. When I reached there, the salesman allowed me inside, and I went to sit in a quiet corner. There was a colorful painting of a zebra, so I sat in front of it. For about one hour, I sat there thinking about my life. It was taking a turn, and I tried to see an over
