MRS MSAWULI
I was at work.  I was on night duty.  There was, our niece was 
there, Sheila, my daughter and Mr Galelekile was also there.  On the 29th of March 
1990, it was on a Thursday.  President Mandela was going to be in Bisho on the 31st 
in the stadium.  I was on a night shit in Mount Cook Hospital.  My husband was 
working for the Hector Foundation.  I heard a one year, three months baby.  During 
the day I looked after the baby.  At night my husband was looking after the baby.  I 
would give him a report about what had happened during the day.  I went to work, my 
husband was not at home.  I was worried, because my child was not well at that time.  
 At about one in the morning I received a telephone call from the matron.  They 
requested me to go to the office together with one person I was working with.  We 
asked the security man to accompany us to the office.  When we got to the office they 
said that Sheila was alone at home.  The baby was sick, your husband was not at 
home.  He attended a meeting.  Pindile and Andile are here to take you home.  They 
asked me whether I knew Pindile.  I said, yes, Pindile was my neighbour.  They asked 
whether I knew Andile.  I thought that Andile was their niece.  I said, yes, I do know 
Andile.  We were taken to the car.  I asked them why are you here.  They said that 
they told my matron.
 At home the lights were on.  I went through the kitchen door.  I saw this child 
staying in bed.  I asked where is my baby.  My baby was lying down and we heard 
that, they told me that my husband was shot and he died.  People said that my husband 
came back home at about nine.  His friend brought him home, Monde Mkhunqwana.  
They were studying together social sciences.  They use to go and study in Sandiswe 
School.  He left my husband at home.  My husband took off his jacket and his shoes.  
He was watching television.  He heard a knock at the door.  It was Andile together 
with another young man.  I found out later on that that young man was the cadre.  
 At about 20 past nine there was another knock at the door.  My husband went 
to the kitchen.  Our kitchen door had two doors.  He asked who are you?  This person 
said that I am Monks.  This Monks is Monde Mkhunqwana.  He then opened the 
door.  There was a quarrel at the door.  My husband saying that why are you selling 
me out?  He then said that, Comrades, let us not fight, let us talk.  There was a 
gunshot.  The second one struck him and he fell down.  Andile went to the bedroom.  
He took out a knife from his pocket, because he thought these were the police.  He 
tried to hide under the bed.  The other young man just stood in the dining-room.  My 
one child was 13 years old at the time. 
 My child saw a man wearing a balaclava and a black jacket.  This man was 
shooting my husband while he was lying down.  After that he left and the other one 
took a mat outside and they covered him with this mat.  This young man told my child 
to go and close the door.  My child then closed and locked the door.  He phoned their 
grandfather, Duno Bamsouli.  At that time he was in Pretoria.  He then phoned the 
neighbours.  This young man was still there.  They did not see him leaving, leaving the 
house.  After that the police came and they took him.  They cleaned blood spots.
 When I arrived at home there was no blood.  Everything was clean.  There 
were no photographers.  The following morning Monde Mkhunqwana came.  We 
were in the bedroom at that time.  He said that I was together with Saule the whole 
day and the person who knocked at the door identified himself as myself.  I dropped 
him at about nine.  When I was going back home at NU16 I heard gunshots and 
Monde Mkhunqwana was the one saying this.  The police came in the morning saying 
that we must go to the police station.  I made a statement.  I thought that the people 
who killed my husband were the police.  I said to them I suspect Sitilie Golo, because 
he was the one harassing us at home.