MR BADI
I was the first one to be shot at home.  It was after midnight. Somebody knocked at the door.  Somebody called out my name.  Then he also called out my nickname and I thought that my friend who uses this nickname was in Johannesburg.  I peeped through, there was a man at the door with a rifle.  This man carried on knocking.  I did not open the door.  I was too scared, I went back to bed.  Then this man knocked at the window.  He started shooting at the window.  I was shot twice at the thigh and the leg. I tried to hide.  He carried on shooting.  I jumped out of the window.  He drove off.  He had done what he wanted to do.
 I went to check on my brother.  When I got there he was not there.  The window was opened.  I jumped out of the same window.  I went to our next door neighbours.  My brother was there.  He was in a drum of water.  He then leapt out of the water.  He helped me run, because I was weak.  I said that we must go to my sister.  When we got there I told my sister that people at home had been shot.  Before I got to my sister we heard sounds, bullet sounds, exactly the way they sounded when I was being shot.  Then a grenade went off.  There was an explosion.  After he had shot at me as well a grenade was shot, was thrown.  When I got to my sister I told her what happened.  We left my sister.  We went to a man from another village asking for help.  He got a car that took me to hospital.