MTHOKOZISENI NTOMBELA
I come from Ntabanzimbi 1355 Malinde street, that's my home, I was born and I grew up there.  In June 1993 when the violence broke there was a boy by the name of Sipho and he happened to be my brother and he was killed at home.  He had gone to Vosloorus because there were rumours that Zulus were not wanted in the location.  I had refused to go anywhere because I told myself that I don't have any altercation with anyone so I'm a peaceful resident and I will stay here.  The next thing I saw was that my sister and I were the only ones in the premises because of the situation. We moved to Pendula leaving the house vacant.  He came to check on us at home and he met boys from Ntabanzimbi, the same street and they said that they had finally found him and took him home to show him that they had already broken the windows of the house and told him that was his last day to live.  He was suddenly shot, burned and taken to the grave yard.
 We heard rumours that Sipho was lost somewhere in Vosloorus.  Three weeks later (witness emotionally overcome)