MNCEDISI MAPELA
They stopped beating me up.  They said they would leave me with one person.  I would have to divulge everything to the one person.  I told them that I was not going to give any information, because I did not know anything.  The, Mombo, the other White man came, also asking for information on his own.  Chikile was the third one.  I spat on Chikile.  I am sorry to put it that way, but I spat on him, because he had hit me so badly.  I could not speak and I could not swallow any saliva, I was bleeding, I was all swollen up.  That is why they stopped interrogating me at the time.
 I was then put into yet another office.  There was a bed there.  Chikile slept on it.  There was a window pane that was missing.  My shirt was all torn.  They hung me with my arm hanging outside.  They tied me to the burglar proof, to the, it was so cold that from my head downwards on my right side I was numb.  Chikile was sleeping, snoring on the bed.  Donald Card had left.  In the middle of the night a CID officer came.  This CID worked with the doctors that were working with the State.  I was absolutely bruised on both arms.  This man left, came back with a plate, two slices of bread and fish.  I said thanks, but no thanks, because I could not swallow.  He turned back with it shaking his head.  He could see that I was in the same position for hours.  
 Donald Card arrived.  I heard someone crying out.  This man would not get out of the car.  It was Dula Maziza's wife.  She was six months pregnant at the time.  They brought her in.  They asked if they, if she knew me.  She could not recognise me for a while.  She tried to look carefully.  I was swollen up and had been bleeding.  When she realised who I was she cried out and screamed.  She could not believe the state I was in.  Card then left with her.  There would be Boers coming in and out with a gun.  They would put it against my neck.  I would ask them to pull the trigger.  They refused.  Some of them would come and hold a knife against my neck.  I would ask them to cut my head off.  They would refuse.  
 After one a.m. Donald Card came.  He said, oh Chikile, this man is still here.  You have still hung him this way.  Chikile was snoring.  I am sad that Chikile is not here, because he is the one who tortured me the most.  Donald Card then said this was too much.  They put me down.  I had been hung from the outside.  You must understand, my arm was hanging and my arm was absolutely numb by then.  Chikile was crying.  He, my shirt was wet because of his tears.  He said I knew what Boko was all about.  Donald Card, a Boer, said that Chikile had tortured me too much.  He must stop Donald Card said.  That is why Chikile stopped beating me up.