I pass it many times a day and I wish it would burn to the ground. I walked over and spoke to the man inside. I told him I had a complaint and I needed to go inside. He was the pimp. An old man there said he was her grandfather and that she was on her way back to Parys. The old madala stood by while men raped her, but he has now spoken and is in a place of safety.
From Parys, she was taken to Welkom. She was kept in a room and only given bread to eat. She was forced to use rocks and alcohol. From there she was brought to Vereeniging and then to Vanderbijlpark, where she has been for the past two months.
But she is so awesome. We want to cry, to fall to pieces, but she is standing so strong. I believe God will do great things through this young girl. She believes it was God who placed her in the same street where the house is located. People flood in here. The policewoman told me I must get into her car so she can take me to her companions who would help me.
They want the child. She is in a place of safety, she is in a good place now. But there is still no case number. She was very dirty and stinky. Everything cannot be blamed on the police.
I can only do my part.
