NELISWA NONHUNHA DYANTYI BUSIKA
Mr Du Toit, I don't remember his initials.  I was sentenced, we went to jail.  It was my first child, I was 20 years old, turning 21.
 The circumstances were terrible in jail.  I was going to write matric.  I requested that my books be sent, I studied in jail.  On the 9th of October I gave birth.  I was taken to Frere Hospital to give birth.
 I stayed the 9th, the 10th and the 11th.  When I got back to jail, my child was left back at the hospital.  I said that my child's umbilical cord should be given to me after it had fallen, because that is the traditional way to do things.
 However, the Magistrate refused and my child umbilical cord was flushed down the toilet.  I requested that my child be taken out of jail.  They said that my baby was too young, I had to breastfeed.
 I told them that I could not breastfeed, there was no milk.  There is a hospital within the jail, I stayed there for a week.  We had our chores within the prison, I was making the jerseys.  I used to go and work as weak as I was.  I would leave the cell at 7 am to have breakfast and then would go to our different sections.
 At quarter past nine I would be given 15 minutes to breastfeed my child.  My child was kept by the prisoners who were criminals right through the day.  I would go for 15 minutes to look at the child.  Sometimes the baby would be wet.
 I had to bribe these prisoners to keep my baby well.  There is nothing in prison that you can bribe people with, therefor I used to give up my food.  I would eat breakfast only.  This baby would be given 750 ml of milk and as I could not breastfeed, I had to share my breakfast with my baby.
 I would steal the Panado containers, put a bit of porridge so that I could feed my baby.  In the evening, I would take this porridge within the panado container, mix it with water, shake it and feed my baby.
 I will take this bread, this baby was a week old, I would remove the jam, take the pieces of bread, put it within milk and shake it with the milk and feed Nomzamo.
 This is how my child was fed.  At four we would go and have supper.  After that I would go and fetch my baby.  I would be given two nappies.  The whole night I had to use these two nappies.
 A baby wets herself and dirties herself, I had to take off my night dresses and use these as nappies.  My child was suffering from wind, she was crying all the time.  In East London you would leave the cells with the criminals, if only you were studying.
 I was going to write matric from the 26th of October.  I could not go and share a cell with those that were studying, I had to be with the criminals.
 There was one day when my baby cried the whole night and the other prisoners chased me away because the  child was noisy.  I sat in the loo with my baby, we were both crying.  I did not know what to do.
 The warden went and got a master key and I went to the hospital until I got my books to study.  I eventually went to the cell where the prisoners who had been jailed because of singing liberation songs were.  I was told not to go to my child during the day.
 I would part with my child at 7 am in the morning until after half past four.  I would go to the Captain and the Major, begging for my child to go home.  They refused.  Nomzamo stayed for five months in jail.
 The sixth month she was allowed to go home.  She was pale, very thin and very hungry all the time.