MR MOLETE
That's correct, M'Lord.  Jackson Molete is my brother.  I just come after him.  He was working in Pretoria for a person called At.  He was on leave. He decided to come home and he wanted to come and spend a few days at home.  He didn't stay in the main family, but he wanted to come and stay with my family.  And he said to me he wanted to visit us in the township.  That was at 1201 Moscow Section in Tigane.
 It was on Friday, when we left town and we arrived at home.  We were so happy the whole night.  It was just a very lovely atmosphere.  We were still celebrating his visit.  At about three o'clock we left.  We went to see our uncle, because he said to me he wants to see his uncle.  We went to see another sister of ours and from that sister we went to uncle, because he was telling me how he wants to see my uncle.  We spent a few hours at my uncle's place.   We left uncle's place at half past eight.  We went to see our aunt's children and we had our breakfast and we were all happy to see each other and then they gave us food and we left.
 We went straight home.  It was exactly nine o'clock when we arrived home.  My brother said to me I now want
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to sleep. I was the first one to undress to get into bed.  He was the first to undress to get into bed and I was still untying my shoes and I heard sounds outside.  I wanted to listen carefully. It was the members of the IFP.  They were throwing stones at the house.  They were throwing stones at the house on top of the roof, and we were puzzled, not knowing what was taking place. My brother jumped out of the bed, he put on his shoes.  We heard two doors, the front and the back door.  He wanted to run away. I said to him brother, please do not run away.  Let us first investigate, let us first have a look as to what move we will follow.
 I shouted with a loud voice, I said gentlemen of the IFP, I am the owner of this house.  My brother helped me, he said please, we are here, we are at home and they said get out, you bastards, we don't want to hear anything about you.  We were now shocked.  We didn't know what to say.  
 My brother left me in the house and he ran away.  I was shivering in the house, not knowing what to do, not knowing where to run to.  I remained in the house, not knowing what to do, as I have told you.  But a plan came to me.  I decided to run away, because they were going to kill me in the house.  I opened the back door and I ran away.  They threw me with three stones.  As I was jumping the fence it got hold of me and it scratched my whole arm.  It even scratched a bit here on the private part.  Some of them said he is running away, get hold of him.   I am thankful that I managed to run away.  I slept in the veld.  
 At about seven o'clock I came back, it was in the morning, when I arrived at home, I saw people gathering at the front and the policemen were already at the scene.  Many of their vans were parked and when I had a look at what 
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everybody was looking, I saw my brother on the ground.  He had a mark on his head.  It seems as if they were chopping his head with their pangas.
 I didn't even want to have a look at his body, because I thought the police would be angry with me. I gave them their chance to do what they wanted to do, and they all left.  
 He was taken to the government mortuary and the next morning we came to transfer him to the AVBOB mortuary. 
 He left behind three children.  The boy is 13 years old. The girl is 19 years and the other girl is 21 years old.  I am taking care of these children today, I am working at Tigane municipal offices.  I have been struggling to raise these children.  I don't have many words to say.