IOL Story
I hope this woman dies the most agonizing death possible. We live in a counry overrun by complete savages.
From a distance, it looked like a pile of bedding that had been set alight. Then a head peered through the top of the fiery mattress.
Incredibly, arms flailed weakly from the inferno. Not a scream. Not a whisper. Not a word.
"He's still alive!"
Within reach lay two pieces of bloodied concrete.
'They're killing the Shangaans. It's happening now'
Along the main road into Reiger Park in Ekurhuleni, smouldering debris from the weekend war in the township forced even police Nyalas to ride along the pavement.
Police had withdrawn to the top end of the main entrance, while a taunting mob 100m away waved knobkerries and a tattered umbrella.
Three people had already been killed by the marauding mob.
The police had tried to negotiate with a few residents, many of whom had slurred speech and reeked of alcohol.
As cops sporadically fired at crowds throwing rubble, some people evacuated the area.
'Get the fire extinguisher! The fire extinguisher!'
Fifteen minutes later, a woman, desperation etched on her face, shouted at the police: "They've got three Shangaans there. They're killing them." Other residents spread the news. "They're killing the Shangaans. It's happening now."
As police and journalists got to the scene, the smell from the human pyre stung their nostrils.
Then they saw the burning man, his hands reaching out. Police and journalists stared incredulously.
"Get the fire extinguisher! The fire extinguisher!" the cops shouted to those inside the armoured vehicle.
An officer braved the flames, pulling at the burning orange-and-white blanket wrapped around the man's torso.
The blanket came away to show pieces of wood with blackened nails lying over the man's lower body.
Still, the silent man reached out - the movements even slower.
Beyond the smoke and flames crackling away, not a sound - not a soul stirred at the usually busy intersection.
The flaming man rocked slowly from side to side.
In moments which seemed like an eternity, a burly police officer emerged from the Nyala.
The fire extinguisher enveloped the area in a cloud of white smoke.
Less than 10 metres away lay another bloodied and battered body.
"He's still alive! Call for the ambulance!" came the call.
The man in green cargo pants and workmen's boots lolled his bloodied head from side to side. The blood ran dry in the unforgiving dust of the township. At his side lay two bloodstained pieces of cement.
It is not known whether the two men survived.
Metres from the gory scenes, neighbours hung over wire fences, whispering softly to each other.
One plump woman in a knitted cap and overall couldn't contain her laughter as she pointed to the barbarous scene and related the events to locals.
I hope this woman dies the most agonizing death possible. We live in a counry overrun by complete savages.