MALITE MADIBA
My husband, Alpheus, used to work in Johannesburg at ACP in Gauteng.  He came back home to build a house.  We used to stay next to Mapirimisa and we had a plot there.
 We started building there, only two rooms and one night, on the 23rd of April, some men came to our house, it was during midnight and they knocked at our house.  An old man went out and they pulled the door behind him.  I wanted to see what those men were doing, because it was frightening at that place.  He talked to them outside and he came back to fetch his jacket and his stick.  I wanted to follow them, but the pulled the door again and they left with him.  
 They left with my husband and the next day, in the morning, I heard that my husband died.  I could not understand how my husband died, because he only left midnight, I could not remember the time, because it was very late.  But the next morning Mr Mahose phoned me to tell me that my husband died in Johannesburg.  
 I was very frustrated and I could not know what to say.  I took a train to Johannesburg at one o'clock and I went to Johannesburg to find out what happened to my husband.  When I got there I found a group of people there and I asked how did it come that my husband died.  Because I wanted to know what killed him.  They said they could not tell me, but they needed to make some funeral arrangements.  I told them that I needed to take my husband back to where they took him.  They tried to stop me, until I had to go and bury my husband there.  There were lots of soldiers and policemen and a lot of people there.  We buried him there and I hoped that this people would come back to tell me what happened to him.  Nobody told me the truth how he died.  
 I had to take the train back home.  The following morning, after I came back from Johannesburg, two policemen came to me.  They were sent from Jo'burg.  I was working for Mr Sheldon and they came to my work place.  They wanted me to see them the next morning.  I went there with my boss.  When we got there, they asked me what I saw at my husband's funeral.  I told them that I buried my husband and I was just surprised why so many people were there, soldiers and policemen.  They said is that the only thing that you saw?  I said that is the only thing.  I told them that it was just peaceful and I told them that the funeral was peaceful and a wonderful one, but it was very painful.  
 They released me and they asked me what was at my house.  I told them that we had some few furniture, a bed and other building materials to continue building our house.  They released me and I went home after that.