MRS GCABASHE
16A/4 That's why I took the telephone.  I phoned my other friend who was staying at KwaDabeka.  I was asking for a transport to go to the shop and find out what's happening.  At that time my friend arrived.  We went to the clinic at KwaDabeka first and we heard that he wasn't there.  We left and we went to the shop.  When we arrived at the shop, we found a lot of police cars.  There were lots and lots of them, but the person I saw, it was just a man who used to be a mechanic who used to help us.  I went to him and asked him, "Where is ... (inaudible) ... father".  He said, "There he is in the police van".  He said he was no more.  I said, "What has happened to him?"  He said, "No, he has died".  I got confused after that, because the next thing I was at the police station at KwaDabeka.  The police told me to come the following day in the morning.  Indeed I went at KwaDabeka with my neighbour and my sister here, next to me, and her husband.  The police took us to the Government Mortuary.  I identified my husband there.  What I could see on him, because I wasn't so brave to see - to take a look at him - but his throat was wounded.  I wrote a statement and we went back home to make arrangements for the funeral.