MATSELENG MIRIAM MOLETE
They are neighbours and their houses are separated by a fence.  Whilst we were looking outside we saw people.  They wore red headbands and others white headbands.  Whilst we were observing this they immediately started breaking the house in which we were in.  From there they were at the window, breaking the window of the bedroom I was in.  They peeped through the window, these men, and they were speaking in isiZulu and they said take out your firearms and I said to them we do not have firearms.  They broke down the left side of Florence's shack.  Others were throwing in stones until they smashed the wardrobe's door.  When they entered, some entered through the side where they had broken down the shack.  From there they hacked my husband at the waist, thereafter there was blood all over the house.  Because we had just arrived, everything was upside down, we could not get anywhere.  They took him out through that opening.  The others entered, those were the ones who broke down the door.  They attacked Florence.  When I tried to assist or help my daughter, Mieta, trying to whisk her into another room because I thought they would smash her head with stones.
	Then I came across a White man.  This man tried to hack me with a panga.  I tried to grab it, that is when he cut this finger I'm showing to you.  When I tried to turn then he hacked my daughter on the head.  Then there was brain that I could see.  I tried again to turn then he stabbed me with a sharpened instrument on my right side eye with a sharpened instrument.  Then I turned and threw myself down on my knees.  I spoke in Zulu even though I'm not au fait with Zulu, I said that this is my life day ...(indistinct).  Thereafter, this man was a White man, he wore balaclavas, he was next to me.