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It was in 1983 around the fourth of August when I was sleeping at home and my daughter Nazi Ndaliso together with her brother was preparing to go here in East London.  It was at about half past five in the morning when my son came to tell me that he could not find his sister and people were being shot.  I tried to go to the place where my daughter worked and I was crossing the road to King William's Town I heard shooting and I ran.
 When I got to Djidini I looked for my daughter but could not find her.  I went to Fort Jackson Jail at about six thirty but my child was not there so I ran to Makiwane Hospital where there were people's corpses thrown about a metre high on top of each other.  I looked but my child was not there so I went to the mortuary and could not find my child.  
 On the Saturday in the late afternoon I came back home.  I told my wife that I cannot find the child.  On Sunday  morning as I was walking I heard shooting yet again and tried to hide but the shooting died down.  I was going to Cambridge Police Station.  When I got there at a quarter to eight in the morning I had been walking since two a.m. the mortuary was not open.  The Sergeant asked what was going on and I told him but he said I must wait for the mortuary to be opened.  A White man came and went to open the mortuary for me.  There were a lot of corpses there, some people had lost their legs, some had no ribs and they were just thrown on the floor.   Eventually I saw a head, she'd been shot and I told the White man that it was my child.  They pulled the tray and it was her indeed.