The prison authorities place no limit on the number of visitors I could receive and visitors thus streamed in continually throughut the day for five days a week. However within a few days I was removed to Pretoria local prison. The van in which I was taken was filthy and greasy. The only object on which I could sit was an equally greasy spare wheel which slid around as the van sped on. I was dirty and annoyed by the time I reached the prison. Once again I was in familiar surroundings for I spent 5 months at the Pretoria local prison during the period of the martial law in 1960.
The round trip from
Johannesburg to
Pretoria and back did not deter Zami from visiting me twice a week and she saw to it that I was well stocked with clean clothes and good food at all times. Many friends and relatives visited me, amongst whom were Rica Hodgson who brought me an assortment of tasty cheeses and a variety of delicious fruit; Muriel Sadinda Davids, Zami's uncle, Alfred Mgulwa, who kept my larder well stocked with cold meats, Sally Motlana, Mrs.T.Pillay who brought me my favourite curry dishes who had provided the Treason Trialists with a daily lunch throughout that trial; and many others.
There were many other prisoners on the same floor as myself but I was kept isolated from them. I had plenty of food and I wanted to share it with them. But sharing food with other prisoners was strictly forbidden and to be able to do so it was necessary to obtain the co operation of the warder in charge. With this in mind I offered an African warder an apple. He rebuffed me. "Angiyifundi " (I