MR NGECE
It was on Wednesday, 15th of October.  First of all, a white car, in the afternoon drove past, it was at about midday.  It was a car that was probably wanting to find out what is happening at my house.  Mbulelo, who is the last born at home, when he saw the car he went and told my mother.  My mother said Mbulelo should go and find out what this car is all about, because it is because of these cars that my child no longer stays at home.  Mbulelo went, but he could not write down the registration number.  When I asked Nokuzola if she remembered the faces of these people.  Mbulelo was going to write matric.  Nokuzola thought that Mbulelo had been studying and had gone home late.  The reason why she opened is the door is because they called all my names, even my nicknames.  It was clear that these people knew me well.