MS MABILO
I think my son disappeared for a year and 7 months and I saw him on the 8th month.  I saw him only one day - just one day.  It was that night when he came to me and I was so happy to see him - he was so handsome.  But I had troubles within me - I didn't know whether this child will live for me and I didn't know what was God's plan with my son.  
 Those who were after him were so many, and I only gave them to God - I said God help me.  You know I used to pray because I was like a Samaritan woman.  And the next day - it was a Friday and we were told he was dead.  It was about 3 o'clock in the morning when I went outside - I couldn't sleep.  All lights were off and I asked myself I didn't know what was happening.  I said who's child is being killed at this moment, I was alone outside asking myself this question.  I was troubled and I started suspecting something.  God was telling me - God was sending me a message that this thing is happening for you.  I  [indistinct] - I  [indistinct] down at my door and I prayed.
 When I arrived at work the boers interrogated me - they asked me, they said Mary what was - what's happening.  I said no I don't know anything, I said to them maybe you might know what's happening - I don't.  But in my heart, in my soul I knew exactly what happened because my ancestors told me and that was the truth.  I went to work as a person who don't have any information and after work I went home and two women came to my house.
 While I was just about to get into my house they were coming just after me and I asked myself what do these women want.  Again there was an indication - I found out that my furniture was taken out of my house without my consultation.  I went into my bedroom and I spoke to my ancestors.
I said - I said  I don't know whether - had he been killed or had he been arrested.  My sister in law came to me and she said to me  You must know that you've lost your son.  I said to her  Sister my ancestors told me before hand about this incident.  This was my son that I trusted, he was at St Bonavess School doing Std 9.  I hope that I've told you what I wanted to tell you.  The comrades came to assist me - even if they ran away at times, not staying with me for quite a long time but they came to help.  I stayed like that and the police van was parked at my gate at night and my son was at the mortuary.
I said to the children in the house  Lets go to sleep, we'll see what tomorrow brings.   The next morning I went to church to consult with the Ministers.  I was together with my brother and my sister - my sister in law's child.  And they took my to Transvaal Road Police Station.  When I entered there I saw a man and I asked myself, I said  God is this not the man who killed my son.  
And the Minister assisted me because I couldn't stand any more.  They greeted us and we sat down, the Minister was talking to them and he said to them  We are here because of a certain case.  And they gave us an answer.  They said to us - they said  Can you please come and see us on Monday because we are closed today.  And then we left the place.  We went back to our homes, we went to Ipopeng.  I remember the Minister asked me whether do I know the place where my child was killed.  I said  Yes, I've been told.
We went to Ipopeng - at Ipopeng the place was full of blood but the Minister prayed and he used water at that house.  I then talked with the owner of the house and he asked her where the children were and she told the - the Minister where the children were.
 Everything was up side down,  Terror came while we were there.  I looked at him twice, three times and I couldn't look at him any more.  And I heard as if someone was saying to me Terror killed your son.  And I was - I was certain that it was Terror who killed my son.  And he - he came into the house and he wanted Misty Mabozo's clothes and the sister took the clothes and she gave them to him.