MR MARENENE
I was 12 years old.   When my father was killed, it started - it all started on a Thursday and we were in the house.  Whilst we were sitting in the house, we heard the sound of the toi-toi from outside.  I went to look for my father, when I  got outside, I heard that my father had gone to another lady teacher who was also a victim of the toi-toi.  When he came back, I told him that there were some toi-toiing outside the house and we went to bed.
 Late at night, three of - his  three cars were burnt, they were parked outside - this cars were burnt and then the toi-toiers came towards the house and my father threw us out the window so that we could escape.  We went to my mothers home that night and we spent the night there that evening.
 The following morning, my father took a cab to my mother - at my mothers place, to tell us as she was going to work, and I also went to the Coloured township  at Bonakele's place to spent the day there.  
 Whilst I was there during the day, I came back at about five - on my return I saw my father coming back from work, when I looked around the township I saw that - I heard the toi-toi sound, I ran towards him, to meet him to advice him not to get into the township, and he said no they won't do anything to do - they won't do anything to me because - there is nothing I have done.
 As he was coming to the corner of 4, the toi-toiers were coming, he was carrying a gun, but he was someone who had never shot at any person.  He shot in the air and then the people were chasing him and he was facing the people but moving back, he was sort of retreating.  As he was retreating, he was tripped by another Coloured and I was next to him, when this Coloured tackled him, he was caught.
 When they caught him, Desmond Majola was there - when my father was on the ground, he gave him a blow with an axe on the neck and they put a tyre around his neck and someone was saying here is his offspring, here is his son, his  offspring.  And when they called me an offspring, the others were saying let's go for the offspring as well.  I ran to Bhongolethu   township and I met Bonakele and his wife moving towards the shop.  
 I told Bonakele what was going on, he said I should go with his wife towards the - to their house, so I went with them to the house and Bonakele came back to  tell us that my father had passed away and asked if his wife had called the police, because we had called the police.  
 The people from the law enforcement came and they took me in for safe keeping, Saturday morning I  found people in Bhongolethu had been moved out, on a parade and the boers asked me to identify one.  And then I identified Desmond Majola and he was the one who identified the others about my fathers dead.