MR MORUDU
I was in Mamelodi East at a certain comrade of mine reading newspapers and when I 
went home it was dark.  It is an open veld. I noticed two Whites and two Blacks and they pulled out their 
firearms and one of them shot and I was apprehended by one whom I realised as Hendrik Mokaba(?). And 
from thereon my feet and my legs were chained and they drove me to the Security offices in Pretoria.