NELISWA NONHUNHA DYANTYI BUSIKA
It was Dion Oates and other White police.  He asked me about this man that had been necklaced.  I said I know nothing about this, I don't stay much in the township.
 They informed me that they had been looking for me for quite a while.  They said that they had gone to the village to look for me and at that time, I had gone to the township.  He used the name Nonhunha when he was beating me up, I don't know where he got this name.
 He was slapping me, kicking me.  When he was hitting me, I was on my periods.  When he was hitting me I started bleeding.  I don't know whether I was meant to be on my periods or not.  He put me in a shelf, he hit me with a baton, stuffed me into the shelf.
 It was a small shelf, I could not fully get in.  When he was satisfied, I was crying, he stopped.  The other police were trying to stop him as well as the other police saw that I was bleeding as well.
 He called another policeman to take me to a cell.  He said that I would not get any water until I tell the truth.  I was taken to this prison cell, it was in the afternoon.
 I don't know what time it was, I was not wearing a watch.  He made me sign blank pages, I can't remember how many there were.  He said that I must sign.
 He was forcing me by beating me.  They took me back to the cell on the Friday.  When they took me back to the cell, supper had already been served.  I did not eat that whole day.  When I got to the cell, there were dirty blankets, I used those dirty blankets.
 I woke in the middle of the night and somebody was opening the cell.  A policeman with uniform on called me.  He commanded me to go and wash the corpse of the person that had been burnt to death.  This White policeman was referred to as Teaspoon, I don't know his proper name.
 He kicked me, dragged me.  I held on to the iron gates of the cell.  As I was holding on, clutching onto the bars, he kicked me because I would not go and wash the corpse.
 I'd stopped bleeding, but I started bleeding again.  I was filthy.    There is a toilet within the cell - because there is no water, I used that to wash myself.  On Saturday morning they brought my porridge, I could not eat it because it was filthy.
 My family brought me clothes to change, but Dion Oates had said I must not get anything, food or clothing.  Sunday I did not drink water either.  I just sat in the cell on the Sunday.
 On the Monday a policeman said I must go before the Magistrate.  It was the forth day I had not washed.  I went before the Magistrate on the Monday.  I was filthy, stinking.
 The Magistrate postponed the case.  I was taken to Stutterheim prison.