NOVINTWEMBI GRACE GQAMFANE
It was a toyi-toyi in the township, all the children were toyi-toyiing.  All the activists were toyi-toyiing.  The police came as they were toyi-toyiing.  They were all over the township singing, toyi-toyiing.  The police came, they chased them away.  Children ran away.  They ran to the forests.  When the police left they would come back and toyi-toyi again.  And the police would come again and they would run away.
 On the third day I didn't see my son for three days.  
I couldn't find him.  On the third day he came back, he did not come back home.  At the time I was working in town.  During the day I was at work.  When I came back from work I would ask whether he had come back and ....(tape ends)  During the day one of the women I worked with in town came to my work.  She asked my boss saying that she wanted us to go home because the situation was tense in the township.  This woman talked to my boss.  It was about one during the day.  We went home.  This woman didn't say anything to me on our way home.  When we arrived home she told me that she heard that my son was shot by a policeman by the name of Kulatyi in the other street.