Bronwyn shares her story in her own words in this blog page on the Sunday Night TV program’s website.
On the death of her son:
He died one week before he turned three years old. I walked into the room and he looked like a porcelain doll. Like ‘is this a joke? Is this a doll? What the hell is going on. This isn’t even real. How can this be real? He’s so beautiful, this isn’t even him’.
On being tested for HIV:
They tested me for malaria because I had just been in Mozambique and they gave me some medicines and said to come back when my results were ready. I went back and they told my I’d had malaria but that it was now gone. I said to the woman, ‘What the hell is wrong with me, man? I’m dying of this fever, something’s wrong with me.’ She told me I should be tested for HIV. As soon as she said it, it was like I knew. I knew that I had it. I went to get tested and I knew. Every step I was taking it was, ‘If you do this, you cannot turn back. But you need to know. You need to know’.
On being setup at the airport:
He said it was supposed to be nine to 12 kilos of cocaine. … I didn’t see the bag until I got dropped off at the airport. The taxi man – everyone’s in on it – opened up the boot and I saw this huge bag. At the airport, so I couldn’t make a scene.
As soon as I saw that bag I just thought straight away, ‘This bag’s full of cocaine’. …
He put it on the trolley so I never felt the weight. When time came to put it on the scales, I couldn’t even pick it up. 48 kilos, the bag weighed. They set me up.
See Bronwyn’s story for more.