“It is Sunday, April 27 at 1am. We are still on the farm (husband and myself) but now with a base camp set up 150 yards from the homestead, and a roadblock below the house, made up of drums and branches from trees.
We were informed that there was to be a “pungwe” tonight. A pungwe is a political reorientation by the Youth Brigade and ‘war veterans’ of our staff and surrounding people.
Woken up at 11pm, with the pungwe getting closer and closer to the homestead. It is now right outside our front gate. Our security dog is very quiet – does this mean that he has been killed?
The noise escalates, I start phoning for assistance. No-one comes, but the pungwe continues.”
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